Aio
My mom said no.
Yesenia Isadora Tassis
Yesenia felt eyes bore into the back of her skull, turning as much as her corset would allow her she found those eyes belong to her aunt paired with a disapproving frown. Pursing her lips Yesenia turned back around, folding her hands in front of her. Right, she forgot what she was here for. A husband. With a sigh she grabbed the nearest man and pulled him towards the dance floor. This should satisfy her aunt for perhaps the rest of the night.
Wrapping her arms around the stranger they danced, feeling as if she was a rag doll as the man was haphazardly throwing her around the floor. He stummbled over his words, speaking of his class and other things she could care less of. Her unamused expression that dawned her face matched how she felt on the inside. By now she grew bored with the ball, calculating her next move as she prayed for the song to end. Her feet starting to ache after the abuse they were going through due to the dance.
She was never one for dancing. Her eldest brother always comparing her to a chickent with its head cut off. The thought caused a small smile to appear on her lips accompanied by a chuckle.This caused a confused expression from her dance partner, apparently the onesided conversation they were having her laugh should not have been part of it. His confused expression only made Yesenia want to laugh more but she forced her laughter down, giving him a curtsy as soon as the song finished. Not allowing the conversation that wished to follow she held up a hand, which wasn't the most lady like thing to do but it was needed. Stopping the conversation she turned and walked away, making eye contact with her aunt who gave her a disapproving look. Yesenia shrugged it off and looked away. Just a few more hours and she could change out of this wretched dress and into something far more comfortable.
Making note of the Lords and Ladys' of the court, most the servants of the prince and princesses. She held a certian distaste for those Lords and Ladys'. Serving those who coud easily strip them of their title and tear them down the social ladder. Perhaps she was less fit to serve than those who served under the royals. Yesenia was never one to follow orders, which would have never worked if she served under the royal family.
Yesenia felt eyes bore into the back of her skull, turning as much as her corset would allow her she found those eyes belong to her aunt paired with a disapproving frown. Pursing her lips Yesenia turned back around, folding her hands in front of her. Right, she forgot what she was here for. A husband. With a sigh she grabbed the nearest man and pulled him towards the dance floor. This should satisfy her aunt for perhaps the rest of the night.
Wrapping her arms around the stranger they danced, feeling as if she was a rag doll as the man was haphazardly throwing her around the floor. He stummbled over his words, speaking of his class and other things she could care less of. Her unamused expression that dawned her face matched how she felt on the inside. By now she grew bored with the ball, calculating her next move as she prayed for the song to end. Her feet starting to ache after the abuse they were going through due to the dance.
She was never one for dancing. Her eldest brother always comparing her to a chickent with its head cut off. The thought caused a small smile to appear on her lips accompanied by a chuckle.This caused a confused expression from her dance partner, apparently the onesided conversation they were having her laugh should not have been part of it. His confused expression only made Yesenia want to laugh more but she forced her laughter down, giving him a curtsy as soon as the song finished. Not allowing the conversation that wished to follow she held up a hand, which wasn't the most lady like thing to do but it was needed. Stopping the conversation she turned and walked away, making eye contact with her aunt who gave her a disapproving look. Yesenia shrugged it off and looked away. Just a few more hours and she could change out of this wretched dress and into something far more comfortable.
Making note of the Lords and Ladys' of the court, most the servants of the prince and princesses. She held a certian distaste for those Lords and Ladys'. Serving those who coud easily strip them of their title and tear them down the social ladder. Perhaps she was less fit to serve than those who served under the royals. Yesenia was never one to follow orders, which would have never worked if she served under the royal family.