Part Three: Withered RosesI was standing at the top of the stairs, only moments away from meeting the man who would soon be in control of every aspect of my being. It should never have been this way. In a perfect world I would have been allowed to grow old with Elizabeth, safe from the prejudices of humanity. But of course it isn't a perfect world and only a man and woman should be together. Elizabeth left with her chaperone for England not long after I had arrived in Australia. An engagement had been arranged between her and a powerful politician. I should have been happy for her. I should have properly congratulated her on her engagement, but I couldn't. We were
Part Two: Rows of Roses "Miss! Your mother sent me to help you tighten your corset strings" the voice of my maid servant pulled my mind back into the present."yes, of course" I acknowledged, moving to lean with my hands against the wall as the maid servant moved behind me and grabbed the ties at the base of my corset ."Are you ready Miss? One, two and three ""Heave!" the sound of sailors yelling had become all too familiar during the many months of travel from England.Father had been recommended by Elizabeth's father for employment in Australia. Now back on solid ground I looked around at the scenery and tried to conceal my amazement. The air was far d
Part One: Rose BudsI slid a hair pin into my hair in an effort to hold back the monstrosity of a fringe that my mother hated so much. Soon I would be meeting my new "master". My childhood had been very simple; I was rarely left with any decisions to make as my wealthy father, and current "master", was a very controlling man. This probably had something to do with his career in politics. How else could he afford to dress me in the most modern and expensive London fashions?From the age of six I was educated in the ways of a lady. I was taught to sing and play the piano, to sew and embroider and to study literature on how to be the perfect wife such as "Mrs Be
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