Aunt Gertrude was particular that everything should be perfect; the perfect seamstress to stitch the perfect dress, with just the right amount of makeup, “elegant not garish, love, we are looking for a suitor not an escort” was what she had said, as she fussed over the table and primped the vases. “Dahlias, my love, signify inner strength and enduring grace, possession of sacred values by a lady of proper upbringing such as yourself.”
I had to agree, it was my coming out party that she was hosting after all, even though I didn’t need a ‘coming out’ party, but then the poor dear did not know that, did she; only the lucky stable boy did.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales, photo by Annie Spratt via Unsplash
Aunt Gertrude may have had her own stable boy way back when. 🙂
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Ha! Like the stable boy addition!
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