When I walk alone in the street (So very open)
Who: Musetta and oh-so-very open~
What: Taking a walk
Where: A stroll in some park. Or around town.
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet~~
Musetta had seen enough of the so called ‘current’ fashions to know that they simply were not up to her tastes. She decided that, even while she may stick out like a sore thumb in this strange place, she would stick to a way of dressing that she knew suited her. For now.
In an attempt to get to know the dream world a little better, the chatelaine decided an afternoon stroll was in order. She rested a lacy parasol on her shoulder and walked around the town in her hooped gown. For now, this would do. It was pretty enough of a place, and she was rather tired of the dear Viscount Maurice. His attentions were growing tiresome and it was only a matter of time before she moved on to another gentleman of high standards. Perhaps giving enough time for another fling with Marcello.
But that was a matter of the past. Maurice wasn’t here and Marcello certainly wasn’t either. It was time to move on, to find brighter skies... and more interesting men. She hummed a small tune to herself, lips pressed in a lofty, amused grin.
What: Taking a walk
Where: A stroll in some park. Or around town.
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet~~
Musetta had seen enough of the so called ‘current’ fashions to know that they simply were not up to her tastes. She decided that, even while she may stick out like a sore thumb in this strange place, she would stick to a way of dressing that she knew suited her. For now.
In an attempt to get to know the dream world a little better, the chatelaine decided an afternoon stroll was in order. She rested a lacy parasol on her shoulder and walked around the town in her hooped gown. For now, this would do. It was pretty enough of a place, and she was rather tired of the dear Viscount Maurice. His attentions were growing tiresome and it was only a matter of time before she moved on to another gentleman of high standards. Perhaps giving enough time for another fling with Marcello.
But that was a matter of the past. Maurice wasn’t here and Marcello certainly wasn’t either. It was time to move on, to find brighter skies... and more interesting men. She hummed a small tune to herself, lips pressed in a lofty, amused grin.