(1) Every Sunday Morning

Every Sunday morning she stands by the largest window in her bedroom. The tall arching glass is crossed by delicate wooden beams that create patterns with shadows on the floor. The young mistress stood there, after hours of care were taken on her hair and dress. She barely touched the breakfast made for her, quickly dining before rushing back to her quarters. She would just stand there after the maids had left and the nannies had quieted themselves in the corners of the room. The simple silk gown she wore went to the floor and was decorated with emerald beading along the hem, a sign of her newfound maturity after her coming of age.