Scour #14
In warm, sudsy water a powder blue dress dances in the currents. It shifts and floats, an ethereal waltz under the glimmering surface marked by candle light. The bubbles glide over the top, shifting from clear to green to purple before bursting without warning. The smell of lavender and bergamot waft through the air to fill the room and stretch the herbal cleaning solution to the ceiling corners.
Hovering over the washing basin, Lydia scrubs at the dress that had been sullied by the evening she had with Mr. Miyamoto. Wine had been sloshed from a rather violent, passionate kiss, and unmentionables had been smeared along the fabric. Every chance Lydia had gotten to approach Mr. Miyamoto and offer herself up for the evening, she took the opportunity. This evening was no exception as she saw he was alone pouring over the ledgers left by Josey. She had walked into the office and leaned over the desk, a stark difference from the naive girl she once was.
But she likes who she has become. Her cheerful, hopeful nature has subdued somewhat into wisdom. She has learned that not everything will be out of a fairy tale novel, and though she had mourned that thought, she has become better and stronger because of it. She may not get her fairy tale ending, but she is capable of fighting for the next best thing.
Mr. Miyamoto gave her attention that she’s never experienced. Daisuke had given her a tight knit, solid friendship. And she will see Gale again. Lydia’s hands work the thin fabric in the soapy water, carefully scouring off the blemishes to the fine dress.
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