The proper lady sat at her vanity, gazing at the beauty in the mirror. She thought a bit too much of herself.
Her pale, dainty fingers danced over the many bottles and vials on the ivory vanity top. A soft breath escaped her heart-shaped lips as she gave a sigh. Her soft crimson eyes came to a rest on a single vial, tucked behind all the perfumes and cosmetics. It was short, and thin, almost hidden if not searched for correctly. She picked it up and rolled it between her fingers. The liquid sloshed around as she looked at it solemnly, holding her breath for a few seconds. What would it be like, if she swallowed that bottle? Surely it would be a better fate than being married off for money? The beautiful girl stared at the bottle of poison for another few seconds, before her trembling hands uncorked the stopper.
Her pale, dainty fingers danced over the many bottles and vials on the ivory vanity top. A soft breath escaped her heart-shaped lips as she gave a sigh. Her soft crimson eyes came to a rest on a single vial, tucked behind all the perfumes and cosmetics. It was short, and thin, almost hidden if not searched for correctly. She picked it up and rolled it between her fingers. The liquid sloshed around as she looked at it solemnly, holding her breath for a few seconds. What would it be like, if she swallowed that bottle? Surely it would be a better fate than being married off for money? The beautiful girl stared at the bottle of poison for another few seconds, before her trembling hands uncorked the stopper.
