Morning all. I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend. I took down some much needed chores and took a break from insurance wrangling. Which was quite nice actually. But now a new week starts. Let’s jump into the first of the prompts shall we?
I like the thought of a petty nemesis. Story wise that is. Leaves plenty of room for drama and escalation.
Monday, August 18th: Stop fiddling with it.
“Stop fiddling with it,” Elsa snapped. She waved a hand down and Dana frowned as she moved her hands away from the waistband of the dress. It was borrowed and ill fitting. Shauna took the dress in using safety pins so it at least looked as though it fitted.
Shauna had not been pleased to find that Dana was in fact a size smaller than expected. She ordered the dress and assumed that Dana was three sizes bigger than herself. Dana wasn’t entirely certain why and there was no response when she asked. She supposed someone said something at some point that gave Shauna the impression.
Dana wasn’t certain if she was annoyed at having purchased the wrong sized dress or if she was bothered that she took a larger size. Such things seemed to matter to Shauna. Dana had only been in town a few hours and already she figured out the Shauna put a great deal od stock into being the prettiest, best dressed, most elegant and slimmest of those in her circle. Appearances mattered far more than anything else.
Dana was certain it would soon get on her nerves.
She was also certain Shauna left an open safety pin somewhere in the waistband. She could feel something sticking her painfully anytime she shifted and the dress moved. It was that she was trying to sort. That which Elsa called fidgeting.
Dana held as still as she could, eyes scanning the crowd. She caught a small smirk from Shauna and suspected the pin was no accident.
‘Excellent,’ she thought as she listened politely to the next person to welcome her to town.
Eventually, she was able to slip out and visit the lavatory. There she found the offending pin and removed it. The relief was intense. She put a little antibacterial gel on the pin pricks. It was more hand sanitizer than anything else and stung like a swarm of bees but she hoped it would disinfect the pin pricks. The blood was minimal and no longer running. It spotted the inside of the waistband however, the band was several layers of material thick, more so in places as it had to be taken in, and none of the blood seeped through to show on the outside.
‘At least nothing will show.’ Dana finished her tidying in the bathroom and returned to the party, her smile less pained and more welcoming this time. Elsa gave her a smile of approval as her ‘fidgeting’ stopped. Shauna seemed as though she was trying not to scowl when Dana looked in her direction.
‘Something to watch,’ she decided. Dana tried not to sigh as she concentrated on the inane small talk around her. She was sent out her to find calm and quiet. She did not need someone deciding to target her as enemy number one.
Still she didn’t think there was anything she could do about it other than be alert for any potential sabotages and stay out of Shauna’s way.
‘Shouldn’t be too difficult,’ Dana thought. She and Shauna had very different tastes and daily activities, She doubted there would be much overlap.
Ten til Midnight 