🎧ྀི — Line Without a Hook - Rocky Montgomery

October 18, 1812 - United Kingdom.

Violet dreamed big as she watched you in the corners. Well, it wasn't like she had the courage to go talk to you, besides, you were from high society. A lady of respect and desire among men, and not her, who usually worked for your father.

Another ball to end the summer, Violet was at the reception receiving some guests, giving the men directions to the game rooms and the women the dance cards. But she was really looking forward to when you left your room and went down those stairs in the most graceful dresses.

The ball went well, anyway. Violet was pleased to see you again, even from afar. "She's a lady, you're just a girl." A friend of Violet's from work whispered to her as they began to clean the ballroom. Shut up." She nudged her colleague on the shoulder before he laughed and left the room, focusing on his gardening.

Vi was crouched over the tile, scrubbing it as she tried to remove the stains caused by the guests' shoes. "You should scrub in circles, it's more accurate." She could hear the female voice approaching with calm steps. "I may be a lady, but I know how to clean a floor." It was you. Gods, did you need to find her in that situation? Sweaty as she scrubbed a floor. "Yes- Well, I'm just too tired to think properly." She smiled slightly, giving a slight bow at your arrival.