Chilfo Freeze
Emma Jean Stone
This is the prologue to my story. I only have had a few people sign up as of right now, but I'm so eager to get this out there! I haven't written any fiction since the end of my school year, so I really do hope that you all enjoy it and what's next to come as well! I'm not sure if I'll keep this title or not, but as of right now I like it.
"Mommy! Are you done yet? I wanna see!" Narinia sat on the stool of her mother's vanity, impatiently waiting for her to come out of the dressing room. She swung her feet and tapped her fingers, every second more agitating than the last. She loved her mother so very much, and she loved her even more when she dressed up. Seeing her mother in glorious dresses and stunning jewelry always made her want to grow up faster. That way, she could be just like her mother and attend the ball as well.
"Alright, sweetie. I'm coming," her mother said from the other side of the door. Narinia jumped off the stool and ran to the door. It swung open and her mother stepped out and walked to the vanity mirror. The material of the dress was delicate, the deep red chiffon sashaying from her waist to the floor. Above, her corset wrapped neatly and tightly around her torso, working its way to her open back, where two strings met in a darling little bow. The deep "v" neckline accented her bosom, making her look so very feminine. Her diamond earrings dangled sweetly, matching the small diamonds placed strategically within her updo. Her mother's brown hair was swept up into a work of art. Not a strand was out of place. She stood in front of the mirror and admired herself, then looked down at Narinia with adoring eyes. "What do you think?"
Narinia gazed at her mother with pride. No other mother could ever compare to her beauty. "Mommy, you're pretty," she said as she gave her a heartwarming hug. The mother hugged back, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. They then seperated, and the mother reached up into her hair and pulled out a single diamond pin. She then placed it in her daughter's hair carefully, and when she pulled back, she smiled. Narinia sighed a happy sigh as both heard someone call to them from downstairs.
"It's time for me to go," her mother said as she grabbed her daughter's hand and walked down to the foyer. Narinia hadn't heard what her mother said; she was still admiring her. All the way down the stairs and into the foyer, Narinia didn't once take her eyes off of her mother. She was simply awestruck.
"Miss Montunaye, your carriage awaits." The butler sweeped his hand in a grand gesture towards the carriage outside. Narinia then realized that her mother indeed was leaving for the ball, and she hastily gave her one more hug.
"I love you, mommy," she said, squeezing her eyes tight, trying not to let loose a tear. Despite her efforts, one lone tear happened to escape, and Narinia quickly wiped it away. She looked up into her mother's eyes.
"You be good tonight. You will see me tomorrow." She gave her daughter a swift kiss on the forehead, a pat on the head, and headed out the door, her heels clicking the whole way. The door shut and Narinia stood where she was, staring at the closed door.
That was the last time she ever saw her mother.
End of Prologue
Prologue
"Mommy! Are you done yet? I wanna see!" Narinia sat on the stool of her mother's vanity, impatiently waiting for her to come out of the dressing room. She swung her feet and tapped her fingers, every second more agitating than the last. She loved her mother so very much, and she loved her even more when she dressed up. Seeing her mother in glorious dresses and stunning jewelry always made her want to grow up faster. That way, she could be just like her mother and attend the ball as well.
"Alright, sweetie. I'm coming," her mother said from the other side of the door. Narinia jumped off the stool and ran to the door. It swung open and her mother stepped out and walked to the vanity mirror. The material of the dress was delicate, the deep red chiffon sashaying from her waist to the floor. Above, her corset wrapped neatly and tightly around her torso, working its way to her open back, where two strings met in a darling little bow. The deep "v" neckline accented her bosom, making her look so very feminine. Her diamond earrings dangled sweetly, matching the small diamonds placed strategically within her updo. Her mother's brown hair was swept up into a work of art. Not a strand was out of place. She stood in front of the mirror and admired herself, then looked down at Narinia with adoring eyes. "What do you think?"
Narinia gazed at her mother with pride. No other mother could ever compare to her beauty. "Mommy, you're pretty," she said as she gave her a heartwarming hug. The mother hugged back, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. They then seperated, and the mother reached up into her hair and pulled out a single diamond pin. She then placed it in her daughter's hair carefully, and when she pulled back, she smiled. Narinia sighed a happy sigh as both heard someone call to them from downstairs.
"It's time for me to go," her mother said as she grabbed her daughter's hand and walked down to the foyer. Narinia hadn't heard what her mother said; she was still admiring her. All the way down the stairs and into the foyer, Narinia didn't once take her eyes off of her mother. She was simply awestruck.
"Miss Montunaye, your carriage awaits." The butler sweeped his hand in a grand gesture towards the carriage outside. Narinia then realized that her mother indeed was leaving for the ball, and she hastily gave her one more hug.
"I love you, mommy," she said, squeezing her eyes tight, trying not to let loose a tear. Despite her efforts, one lone tear happened to escape, and Narinia quickly wiped it away. She looked up into her mother's eyes.
"You be good tonight. You will see me tomorrow." She gave her daughter a swift kiss on the forehead, a pat on the head, and headed out the door, her heels clicking the whole way. The door shut and Narinia stood where she was, staring at the closed door.
That was the last time she ever saw her mother.
End of Prologue
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