As the Fiancees Arrive - Rose
There was a nervous sort of feeling which had been growing in the pit of her stomach all day. It had begun when she’d stepped into the large house and then only gotten larger throughout the lessons. The lessons in etiquette were more of a revision than anything else – her mother had ensured she knew how to conduct herself in public but Rose listened with interest.
Being close to Silas was a crutch – as long as she wasn’t too far away, Rose found it a little easier to breath. Her body was sore from keeping ‘proper posture’ and when it came to lunch, Rose wanted nothing more than to load her plate and fill her stomach. Common sense told her that would be a bad idea.
Slightly hungry, the half an hour after dinner was spent in the company of Silas before she tried to make polite small talk with the other girls there. If she could make friends with them, then maybe she wouldn’t feel quite so alone.
The makeover was something Rose enjoyed immensely. She’d always been a girly-girl and to be fussed over had never really happened to her before, and it was as she donned her dress that she felt completely, utterly and irreversibly grown up. The long blue gown was cut for a figure she’d truly realised she’d had. Rose had taken Madam Malfoy quietly aside and explained her position and it was to her eternal relief that the blonde had charmed them so that tripping over her own feet wasn’t something she’d have to worry about; it felt as though she were wearing flat shoes.
Rose stood in her dress with her back straight and awaited the arrival of her fiancé, banking down her nerves as best she could.