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No dance- chat with Louisa
“Before you go terribly ill from that, i do think powdering your face till you look like a ghost in one of my many stories i have read,” Belle said amused by the idea Louisa had. Belle was used to expecting things like this from Louisa, ideas that were sure to astonish her and confuse her on how Louisa could get to such a point. For example, this- making herself terrible ill just to repulse men, if not for the fact that Louisa could seriously damaged her insides Belle would have told her to go ahead- to just see how it would go, because it would be fun to see the look of repulsed on their faces- but even if it did not cause serious internal damage and it worked as an act of repulsion, Belle would still not try it.
It would be a shame to ruin a perfect good dress after all, just because of a male when they were better ways to chase them away like dogs that would not ruin her dresses. Her dresses were always either handmade- make from the finests fabrics and silk or created by her personal tailors through the designs that Belle would give to them. It takes a lot of time, to make her dresses, after all Belle had always cared a lot about detail. “And even if the effects it will have was nonexistent, I still will not advice to that, or at least I would not. I do have no wish to ruin my dresses or trouble the maids with cleaning,” Belle said as she took what was probably her 4th drink already.
She should probably not be drinking this much, especially since this drink was stronger than what she was used to at her home, but as she talked with Louisa, her eyes at times flickering to her surroundings where she saw a lady crying- she wondered what had made the lady cry? Belle could not help herself but to drink, “That lady there,” Belle said turning Louisa’s attention towards a lady that she could not quite see the face of.“She looks quite down no? I am also quite down because I had no wish to debut in England, but I think her reasons for being down and ours are quite drastically different. I wonder what happened to the poor lady,” Belle placed a hand on her face as she turned to the lady, shaking her head. When she saw the lady being approached by a man she knew too well, her lips curled into a frown and she rolled her eyes turning her attention back fully to Louisa.
“Throaty?” Belle giggled at Louisa choice of words, “That is certainly an interesting word choice but yes I do think the russian and german accents are ‘throaty’ as you say,” Belle teased as she stared at Louisa, as they changed the topic and Louisa talked about the fact she would prefer to marry a woman than be bethorted to a man, Belle hummed. “It would certainly be a better to wed a woman than a man, but either ways I am not keen on marriages. I do think men have it easier when it comes to picking who to wed, because they are so many favorable ladies, each quite unique and each quite interesting and not enough interesting men. My heart to those ladies who wish for marriage, they are truly living in suffering.” Belle voiced. “And no matter what my mother desires, no matter how much she complains and nags, and no matter how much Josephine encourages, I shall never marry and I shall live a life of peace. And no matter how society says I will be lonely with a husband, though I would probably be more lonely with one, I will simply ignore. It is a good thing, I have my father on my side, if not, sometimes I fear my mother might give my hand without me knowing,” That was perhaps one of Belle’s biggest fears, her mother having promised her hand without her knowing. Doing the same thing, Belle had heard that her grandmother had done to her mother, and she did not wish for that to happen because after all she could not imagine the type of men that her mother would chose for her.
But fortunately, her father was alive and he would not let that happen.
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