"Isabella! Where is my white and blue silk dress! I'm going out on the ship with Douglas today!" Dinah Milton said, rushing down the stairs of her home in west Bermuda. She ran into the dining hall to find her mother and father drinking their morning cup of coffee.
"Dinah darling, will you please not raise your voice. If you need to talk to Isabella then you walk down the stairs and calmly look through the house until you find her."
"Yes mother." Dinah turned around and rolled her eyes. She walked into the kitchen and found Isabella making sugar cookies. Dinah's favorite.
"Yes Dinah?"
"Isabella, where is my white and blue silk dress?"
"It's in your closest, dearee." Isabella smiled. She was an elder woman who had been around as long as Dinah could remember. She had one wrinkle for every time she had smiled in her life time. And being around the Milton's youngest daughter and then having three sons of her very own…well she had a lot of wrinkles.
Dinah sighed, The one place I didn't look. "Thanks Isabella," She promptly left the kitchen and tried to get through the dining hall without being noticed but her mother had a sharp eye.
"Dinah, are you going to be ready at eleven for Douglas?"
"Yes Mother,"
"Because you certainly don't look ready," Her mother said in a matter-of-fact way.
Dinah didn't know how to quite respond to that statement.
"Well Darling, it's Douglas! You need to be ready for a proposal any day now, and if you go into his company looking like something the sea brought to shore, well…"
"Mom, I don't look ready because I'm not ready."
"Fine, then go up and get ready, Lord knows it takes you forever…"
Dinah held her tongue and left. Bloody Woman. Dinah thought as she climbed the stairs to her room.
She opened her closest and found the dress that she had been frantically looking for all over her room. Not like she didn't have other dresses, but her mom insisted she where this one. She also insisted that she go on this stupid ship with this pompous man, Douglas Hall, the richest son to the richest family on the island. No wonder mom picked him to make up for… Dinah stopped herself. She didn't want to remember that time in her life. Although it was fun and exciting, she was always scared she would be left on an uncharted island with nothing but the clothes on her back.
"To make up for…Jack," She whispered to the mirror that she was standing in front of with her dress and corset finally on.