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wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-09-10 10:26 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-09-10 10:26 pm
Room 418, Saturday Morning
Cara stood before the mirror, looking herself over. Her ruff was starched, her corset laced, her lace sleeves...also laced. A delicate looking feathered fan graced one hand, and jewelled rings the other. Her hair and make-up? Flawless.
It was time for the finishing touch. She carefully lowered the bedazzled tiara into place on top of her intricate up-do.
There. No one would believe that a fugitive princess on the run for mysterious and as yet unexplained reasons would ever dress in her full royal regalia. Which is exactly what made it the perfect disguise, and her secret would be safe...
...for now.
[Open. So very, very, open.]
It was time for the finishing touch. She carefully lowered the bedazzled tiara into place on top of her intricate up-do.
There. No one would believe that a fugitive princess on the run for mysterious and as yet unexplained reasons would ever dress in her full royal regalia. Which is exactly what made it the perfect disguise, and her secret would be safe...
...for now.
[Open. So very, very, open.]