Afterwards Mrs. Bentley sought out her niece to direct her remaining hours in preparations for the ball that night. It seemed outlandish, but she insisted Ariana soak in a hot tub, and then quickly into and out of a cold one. She called this polishing the skin. Harrietta (the lady's maid) then took over, trimming the nails on her feet and hands, and supplying her with an enormous array of vials and lotions, perfumes and powders and other solutions. Some were for her face and neck, others for her hands, elbows, and even her feet!
Later Ariana was allowed a small meal, followed by tea. Then, to her surprise, Mrs. Bentley announced it was time to earnestly prepare for the evening. Ariana had to wonder what they had been doing all along, if not earnestly preparing for the evening!
They fussed over her hair, her chemise, her stockings, her Gown. By the time the two women had finished pulling, pinching, poking and pressing, Ariana felt more than ready to face the Pa ragon. Her hair was coifed elegantly atop her head, with curled tendrils about her face. (Ariana wished she had jet black hair, but Mama always said her lighter tresses matched the light in her eyes, and indeed, this night her words rang true.) Ariana was a picture of sparkling, beauteous youth.
Still, Mrs. Bentley insisted upon loaning her a matching set of jewels consisting of a necklace, earrings, brooch and bracelet. And, as a last dignifying element, a tiara: a delicate, lightly embellished headpiece, which was placed gingerly over her head and fastened into place with pins.
When at last she stood quietly resplendent in a pale pink Gown of satin and net, with elegant white gloves that reached past her elbows and pale pink satin slippers upon her feet, even Mrs. Bentley had to smile. You do me credit, my gel, she said, almost affectionately. Even Mornay will be smitten, I daresay, eh, Harrietta? Oh, yes, maam! breathed Harrietta, fully as pleased with the wa y Ariana had turned out as her mistress. So tall and strikin as miss is, just like a princess! Arianas aunt smiled. I thought at first you were too tall, she admitted, but it turns out that tall can be statuesque as well! Ariana was bustled out of the room and downstairs, to wait in the parlour.
copyright 2006 Linore Rose Burkard
Linore Rose Burkard is the author of Before the Season Ends, an Inspirational Regency Romance, from which this article excerpt was taken. Before the Season Ends is the first in a projected five-part series called, The Regency Light Chronicles. Book Two of the series is due out in late spring of this year. To learn more about Ms. Burkard, or to subscribe to her free monthly eZine, Upon My Word! Facts, Fashion and Figures of the Regency, go to http://www.LinoreRoseBurkard.com
Author:: Linore Rose Burkard
Keywords:: Fashion, Costume, Historical, Regency, Jane Austen, Gown, ball Gown, History, nineteenth century
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