by WildWhiskeyTales » Thu May 24, 2012 2:51 pm
(Yea. Give me a sec.)
Ryan stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her light red hair was lightly curled to frame her face and her light blue satin dress that went all the way to the floor, hugging her body to show off her curves, Lace framed the deep V neck of the dress. And Ryan's high heeled shoes made her look taller than her 5'6 height.
Ryan sighed as she turned from the mirror. This is far from the outfit she would have picked, If Ryan had, had her own way she would be wearing jeans and a T-shirt but her mother insisted that she was to wear this. "A dress makes you look like a lady. Jeans do not." Her mother told her when Ryan had balked at the dress. Her mother also insited that everyone needed to call her Ryan instead of Ry. Ry was for little girl's and Ryan was now a lady.
Ryan's family was a wealthy family but they didn't have the social standing they really desired. Her father just wanted to keep making money while her mother insisted. Ryan sighed. And the only way to get that social standing was to marry her off to a family that had some money but as much as the Holtens. One of the weilthiest family's in the city.
Ryan walked out of her room and down the hall to her mother's. She knocked on the door and waited for her mother to bade her in. When Ryan heard her mother's voice she walked in. "How is this mother?" Ryan asked turning around so her mother could see the full outfit. Her mother smiled at her and nodded approvingly. "very good daughter. Now for your make-up and you will be irresistable." Her crooned as she sat Ryan down and called her servant over to do Ryan's make-up. Ryan sat down and tried not to think of the coming evening.
(Please don't think this is a normal post. their uassaly ALOT smaller. lol.)
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground.
I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.
