Hello again. My Weekend Writing Warrior contribution continues with the interminable dinner party and the huge table centerpiece, which seems to have taken on a life of its own.... Creative license with punctuation taken to adhere to WeWriWa guidelines.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lucas, I was, ummm..., admiring the small birch saplings near the end of the epergne."
What must he think? She caught Mama giving her a knowing wink and her insides shriveled in horror. Oh no, Mama probably thought she'd offered Mr. Lucas an opportunity to peek down the bodice of her dress. Why had she allowed her mother, of all people, to choose her attire for the evening? For one who claimed there was never enough lace on dresses, she'd whipped the fichu from her bodice within seconds of coming downstairs and told her she seemed too frothy. Frothy? No amount of cajoling budged her mother once she'd removed the offending scrap of lace, and so she'd spent most of the evening adjusting the shoulders of her gown in an attempt to pull the bodice up at least a modest half inch.
Mr. Lucas' eyes flicked downward before he snapped them back to her face. Dear God, how much longer could this meal go on?
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I love the bodice commotion between Mother and Daughter. So charming and typical of a fuss about bodices.ReplyDelete
Oh dear, I really feel for her, impossible not to be embarassed when he's so obvously admiring the view - and all for the sake of a few scraps of lace! :)ReplyDelete
If she's feeling that uncomfortable, tis best to ask for the check quick! Nice snippet!ReplyDelete
Oh dear, most uncomfortable dinner EVER going on here LOL, but you're describing it all so well. Enjoyed the snippet!ReplyDelete
Loved this snippet! I can see why Mary would be appalled by a low bodice, although you may have made some adjustments to her character, I can still see the modest young woman from P & P. Sounds like the dinner party from hell and I can't wait to read it in its entirety!ReplyDelete
LOL. Delightful snippet. Knowing Mary from P & P greatly increases my sense of her discomfort, in an entertaining and slightly risque way.ReplyDelete
All I can add is that Mother Bennet is determined to marry off her last remaining daughter.ReplyDelete
Poor Mary. Having a meddling mama is especially hard for a careful, modest daughter. Nicely done!ReplyDelete
Mama's hoping she'll catch a husband I think.ReplyDelete
Oh, no, wardrobe malfunction that could be avoided are the worst. This snippet made me feel her pain!ReplyDelete
Oh! And I missed the sign up, but here's my WeWriWa postReplyDelete
Oh, her mother is awful! Too frothy made me crack up.ReplyDelete