the Early 1900’s
Blossom Prairie, a Short Love Story - Page 1
Victoria Mensaun held the emerald gown against
her servant Megan McFarland’s small frame, her face twisting into a dissatisfied
“We have much work to do in order for these
garments to properly fit,” she told Megan, obviously unhappy over the
situation. “You’re far too scrawny - you need to eat more!” she went on to
scold, a pointed index finger supporting a sharp red nail not an inch from
Megan’s heart-shaped face.
Megan secretly stumbled with her confusion
regarding Victoria’s mysterious directives.
Confusion aside, the Mensauns provided
next-to-nothing in the way of nourishment for their servants - which included
herself and her younger brother, Sam. They were lucky to survive on what they
were given as substance, much less sustain an acceptable healthy weight.
They had worked for the Mensauns for over a
decade - shortly following the untimely death of their parents. But to Megan
those years had seemed more like one-hundred years.
Victoria’s father, Dane Mensaun was a man of
strict direction accompanied with cruel punishment when she or Sam fell short
of his expectations.
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