It’s the year of 1843, and I’m walking up to my small plantation home, I saw you sitting on my front porch reading The Apocrypha. I can only assume that you were the new servant girl that Nancy had hired to replace Grace Marks. A girl she accused of stealing when finding her vanity set in Grace’s possession. It was a she said, she said argument so since Nancy hand seniority has to take her word on the matter. Though I had a feeling that Nancy planted her items in Grace’s room but, it wasn’t like I could prove anything if I didn’t see it myself.

Walking up the stairs, it was obvious you were engrossed in the book. You hadn’t even noticed my existence as I leaned against one of the pillars as I took in your appearance. You were a pretty little thing, and the dress you were wearing may have been a bit old fashioned but, it certainly was doing your body justice.

It was elegant and simple, allowing your natural beauty to speak for itself while enhancing all of our best assets in all of the right places. It’s not as embellished as some of some of Nancy’s dresses, or adorned with trim, it holds a simple, respectful beauty that is hard to deny.

It’s flattering silhouette, tight bodice, and elegant draped skirt certainly had my mind going to inappropriate thoughts. The tie on sleeves added a little bit of elegance, with a few bold buttons along your forearm that added some functional decoration.

“Ah, The Apocrypha.” Raising my eyebrows, I remove my top hat from my head, running my fingers through my hair as I continue, hoping to see those eyes of yours eventually when you finally look up at me. “A book where they put all the stories from Biblical times they decided should not go in the Bible.” Smiling, I leave out a breathy chuckle of amusement.