Illustrated Girl by Josephine Angelini

Author:Josephine Angelini [Angelini, Josephine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-21T05:00:00+00:00

Lights! Camera! Knives!

I step out of the carriage.

Every girl has that dream of walking down the stairs and making the jaws drop and the music stop. Her skin glows, and her hair is a shining mass of gorgeousness and the dress—oh, honey. The dress. The dress is the icing on the cake, and who eats the cake, right? Everyone I know just licks off the icing. Which presents many interesting possibilities in this given simile, but I digress.

I’ve had that dream of being that girl. Let’s be honest—that’s why most girls want a big wedding. They want that door to open and for everyone to fall over in awe.

Spoiler alert, it doesn’t happen for me in the pink dress.

Sure, jaws drop. I get a whistle from a few of the minstrels, and then Torvold gallops over on Thunder and says, “That dress is entirely inappropriate.”

He dismounts, grabs my arm, turns me around, and starts pushing me back up the steps of the cart.

“You will find something else to wear, or you will spend the rest of our time in the city inside the cart,” he says. Then he shoves me inside and shuts the door.

I hear Rancor knicker outside, like he’s laughing at me.

I stand there staring at Tudie, Dex, and Gertie for a moment.

Gertie waves a hand at her face, like she got overheated. “Oh, he loves you,” she says.

I know I’m supposed to storm out of the carriage and tell Torvold that it’s my body and I will display it as I see fit, but to be honest, I’m relieved. I am not comfortable walking around worrying that one of my boobs is going to come flying out of my dress if I take too deep of a breath. I also like to be able to take deep breaths, which the pink dress does not allow me to do.

“I think it best we find something else,” I suggest.

“Well, there’s this green velvet one,” Tudie suggests. She holds it up, and it’s perfect.

Simple, elegant, old-fashioned maybe, but well cut and made of high-quality material.

I put it on and it fits, although in keeping with the style of the minstrels, it is a little snug around the bosom. I’m high and tight, but I’m not tumbling out of anything. The delicately puffed cap sleeves drape over the outermost portion of my shoulders, leaving a lot of skin. But it’s only neck, shoulder, and upper-chest skin, and not flagrant cleavage or side-boob.

The dress isn’t perfect. I don’t like that I don’t have sleeves for my blades, and that the bodice is too tight for anything sharp. I’ll have to get by with just two daggers in my garters. Luckily, this skirt is easy to pull up. I’m not going to spend too much time thinking about why.

I decide to put my hair half up. I make a braid it with a single golden strand woven through it and twist the braid around my head. I can’t wear my maiden’s circlet, but I’ll wear something like it.

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