As the first light of dawn crept into the sky, Evie stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to greet the new day. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling the warmth of the bed, but her energy and excitement soon took over. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her feet padding softly on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen. The aroma of sizzling bacon wafted through the air, enticing her senses and drawing her closer to the kitchen. She pushed open the door and was greeted by the warm smile of her grandmother, who was busy preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Evie" her grandmother said, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Today's going to be a busy day, isn't it?"
Evie nodded enthusiastically, her ponytail bobbing up and down. "Yes, Grandma! I'm excited to help with the vegetables."
Together, they worked on preparing breakfast, their hands moving in tandem as they scrambled eggs,and fresh homemade bread. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling and chatter, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.
After breakfast, Evie's grandmother handed her a basket filled with freshly harvested vegetables. "Time to sell these at the market, Evie. You've got a good eye for business, and I'm sure you'll do great."
Evie beamed with pride, her heart racing with anticipation. She took the basket and headed out the door, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth.
As she walked out of the house, Evie decided to take a detour to visit Mr. Thomy, the village tailor. He was the only tailor in the village, and although the villagers didn't always appreciate his skills, Evie had always been fascinated by his stories of working with the elites in the town.
Mr. Thomy was a skilled tailor, known for his precision and attention to detail. However, his talents were often underutilized in the village, where people mostly needed him to patch torn clothes and make simple repairs. Despite this, Mr. Thomy took pride in his work and often boasted about his past experiences working with the wealthy and fashionable in the town.
Evie had heard stories about Mr. Thomy's time in the town, where he would work on intricate gowns and suits for the elite. She was excited to see if he had any beautiful dresses that she could buy for the upcoming ball.
As she walked to Mr. Thomy's shop, Evie couldn't help but think about the dress she wanted to buy. She had always dreamed of owning a beautiful gown, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.
When she arrived at the shop, Mr. Thomy greeted her with a warm smile. "Ah, Evie! What brings you here today?
Evie nodded eagerly, her eyes scanning the shop for any beautiful dresses."I need a beautiful dress for a party in town."
Mr. Thomy's eyes lit up with excitement as he began to show Evie his latest creations. "Ah, a party in town, you say? Well, I think I have just the thing for you," he said, leading her to a corner of the shop where several beautiful dresses were displayed.
Evie's eyes widened as she saw the intricate details and fine fabrics. She couldn't wait to try them on and find the perfect dress for the party. Mr. Thomy chuckled and said, "Let me show you some of my favorites. This one, for instance, is made of silk and has a delicate lace trim."
As Evie began to try on the dresses, Mr. Thomy couldn't help but share stories of his time working with the elites in the town. "I remember creating a gown for the Duchess of Windsor herself," he said, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "It was a masterpiece, if I do say so myself."
Evie listened intently, her imagination running wild with images of the glamorous parties and high-society events that Mr. Thomy had worked at. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility as she tried on dress after dress, each one more beautiful than the last.
As she twirled in front of the mirror, Evie caught sight of a stunning gown that caught her eye. It was a delicate shade of blue, with intricate embroidery and a flowing skirt. "Oh, Mr. Thomy," she breathed. "This one is perfect."
Mr. Thomy beamed with pride, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "Ah, I knew you would love it," he said, helping Evie into the dress. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear."
Mr. Thomy smiled, his eyes sparkling with a hint of business acumen. "Well, my dear, this dress is a true masterpiece. I can let you borrow it for 5 silver coins, or if you're willing to make a more permanent investment, you can purchase it for 15 silver coins."
Evie's eyes widened at the prices, her mind racing with the cost. She had always dreamed of owning a beautiful gown, but 15 silver coins was a small fortune. She hesitated for a moment before making her decision.
"I'll borrow it, please," she said finally, her voice firm. "5 silver coins is a more manageable price for me."
Mr. Thomy nodded, his smile never wavering. "Very well, my dear. I'll make sure the dress is ready for you this evening. Please come by the shop after sundown, and I'll have it waiting for you."
Evie beamed with excitement, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't wait to wear the stunning gown to the party.
She hoped to dance with a gentle man who would appreciate her beauty and charm. She imagined herself twirling across the dance floor, her blue gown shimmering in the light, and her partner's eyes locked lovingly on hers.
With a spring in her step, Evie continued on her way to the market, her mind whirling with visions of the party and the possibilities that lay ahead. She felt like a princess in disguise, and she couldn't wait to reveal her true self to the world.