While the snow gently falls outside, two women reaches to a final agreement inside the finely decorated living room of filled by expansive paintings and gold made decorations over master-crafted furniture, denouncing its owner wealth, or previous wealth, as it seem. Apart from the cold outside, the women share black tea served on imported china usual to good families from the English Empire, while their bodies kept warmed by the burning log at the ornamented fireplace, topped by a huge picture displaying a Navy Officer, escorted by his lovely young daughter and his austere wife.
Not by chance or coincidence, the same woman in the picture is sitting in the room, gallantly dressing a long black gown and wearing makeup and jewelry enough to show her privileged position as a Navy Officer wife but not flaring too much about her position. At the other hand, a noble baroness sits, idly swinging her hanging foot, wine colored dress covering her crossed legs and smirking to the concerned woman, a cloth covered by valuable jewels standing on the table at her side, where she places a cup of tea. The silence, denotes a moment of choice, where one woman awaits for the answer to a scandalous proposal, but a broken woman painfully considers her options. She is not entirely new to this game, but now, it involves a piece of hr life the world expects to be kept holy and sacred.
After some consideration, the tortured woman looks to a large piano - both a piece of decoration and an usual tool for social meeting and family moments - as if daydreaming about the musical instrument, before nodding: "Yes, she will be here in a moment." With a simple gesture, she reaches a small ringing bell next to her cup of tea, sounding a shrilling noise usually used to call upon the servants and maids. But today its not for maids. Today, it calls for a maiden. Today, it calls for her daughter.
Not by chance or coincidence, the same woman in the picture is sitting in the room, gallantly dressing a long black gown and wearing makeup and jewelry enough to show her privileged position as a Navy Officer wife but not flaring too much about her position. At the other hand, a noble baroness sits, idly swinging her hanging foot, wine colored dress covering her crossed legs and smirking to the concerned woman, a cloth covered by valuable jewels standing on the table at her side, where she places a cup of tea. The silence, denotes a moment of choice, where one woman awaits for the answer to a scandalous proposal, but a broken woman painfully considers her options. She is not entirely new to this game, but now, it involves a piece of hr life the world expects to be kept holy and sacred.
After some consideration, the tortured woman looks to a large piano - both a piece of decoration and an usual tool for social meeting and family moments - as if daydreaming about the musical instrument, before nodding: "Yes, she will be here in a moment." With a simple gesture, she reaches a small ringing bell next to her cup of tea, sounding a shrilling noise usually used to call upon the servants and maids. But today its not for maids. Today, it calls for a maiden. Today, it calls for her daughter.