Jacqueline was currently being squeezed into a lavender gown. Her hair was in an intricate up-do. When dressed her mother and father were waiting for her in the parlor. Her father smiled and stroked his daughter's cheek and her mother pulled her into a big hug. She could barely breath but no one could tell. She was the perfect lady. 

She walked in on her father's left arm and looked around. Noblemen and servants milled about and a band played somewhere in the room. Jacqueline held her head up high and put on a gentle smile as if her entire life was lived for this one moment.

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