Chapter Seven(18)
Cecy had woken up in the memory, once more. The speed of flowing memories had slowed down.
Now dressed in a dark-blue silken dress instead of in white and gold, Cecy looked more like a nineteen-year-old girl and less like the ‘angel’ Lydia had once called her on their first meeting. And speaking of which, Lydia hadn’t called her angel once since their second and more normal meeting.
Shaking off her grogginess with some effort, Cecy swung her bare legs off the comfortable bed, and accidentally shook the covers onto the floor. The white covers landed half on the ground with a soft poof, and Cecy bent down slowly, dragging it onto the bed.
She wondered as she fumbled automatically with the fabric when she would remove her clumsiness from the list of flaws, she knew she owned. She had hoped that the exercises had done her some good, but apparently, she had been too optimistic, or too hasty.
The floor was cool under her bare feet as she tottered towards the mirror in the distance. She hadn’t stepped into it since that unforgettable first time, but it was also useful in reflecting, as a normal mirror would. Cecy straightened her attire, smoothing down the ruffles. Also, it didn’t need to be cleaned, which was a bonus indeed.
Now dressed in a dark-blue silken dress instead of in white and gold, Cecy looked more like a nineteen-year-old girl and less like the ‘angel’ Lydia had once called her on their first meeting. And speaking of which, Lydia hadn’t called her angel once since their second and more normal meeting.
Shaking off her grogginess with some effort, Cecy swung her bare legs off the comfortable bed, and accidentally shook the covers onto the floor. The white covers landed half on the ground with a soft poof, and Cecy bent down slowly, dragging it onto the bed.
She wondered as she fumbled automatically with the fabric when she would remove her clumsiness from the list of flaws, she knew she owned. She had hoped that the exercises had done her some good, but apparently, she had been too optimistic, or too hasty.
The floor was cool under her bare feet as she tottered towards the mirror in the distance. She hadn’t stepped into it since that unforgettable first time, but it was also useful in reflecting, as a normal mirror would. Cecy straightened her attire, smoothing down the ruffles. Also, it didn’t need to be cleaned, which was a bonus indeed.
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