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One of my favorite parts of writing 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 was the fashion. I love the clothes of this era, and in the rough draft, I was absolutely not afraid to write every damn detail. 😂 This is Lottie’s gala dress, based on Lucile’s 1916 “Happiness” gown. And apparently Rough Draft Me looked at it and thought, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑎. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐵𝑂𝑁𝑆. But sometimes less really is more. By the final draft, all of that became: “In the mirror she shimmered like liquid moonlight; lace whispering fragility over something steadier beneath. The skirt floated at mid-calf, old-world elegance with a modern flair.” Same dress. Same image in my head. A lot fewer words getting between the reader and Lottie. Swipe for the 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑻 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵™, back when I apparently thought I was writing the museum placard too.
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The Body could only wince in pain as it realized just how much every part of it hurt. The agony pulsed up and down its prone, pathetic form, worsening for what felt like hours before the pain subsided again. The body could only lay there, sucking in deep, unsteady breaths, waiting for this nightmare to end. Amidst the pain was an overwhelming sense of unbridled rage, coupled with dread and sorrow that sang as if it’d been struck like a tuning fork, the note cacophonous and unbearable. A desire to run, to scream, to cry, to thrash about and resist whatever hell had befallen it possessed its mind so deeply— yet it could not move. All the body could do was try to make sense of this pain, of the wrongs that had surely occurred, of the abandonment that had surely sunk serrated claws deep into its flesh. Indeed, its mind swam with these possibilities, and it longed to return to the world of the dead for just a little longer. Just until the pain abated… And then it heard a sound.
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‘Thank you, Jess. Err…I have something to ask right now. Do you have Vaqt with you? Can you show it to me?’ Her heart beat an erratic pulse as Maya asked with a pleading tone. ‘Yes, I have it…’ Jessica hesitated. ‘Hi, Jessica.’ Anuj’s voice interrupted their conversation.
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