Wilhemina & Perseus

Drumming my fingers, I endured Duchess Opal’s solipsism. Every word landed lighter than a feather, meaning sapped from her lush lips. Her makeup sparkled in the glow of the chandelier, but her eyes had no such gleam. The vision of opulence dressed in layers of expensive fabrics and precious jewels.

Yet none of it compared to her extreme sense of self-worth.

“You seem bored. Perhaps I should regale you with the tale of my first hunt. Men love hunting, but I find it quite frivolous. Nevertheless, I went with my father to catch a fox, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s quite exhilarating.”

I hummed acknowledgement, watching the door for a miracle.