Fidelia
was none too happy when her stern mother, her irksome brothers and her
cumbersome governess were nowhere near able to give her any time of day, due to
the upcoming dinner party. She was
wandering around her home, Pleasant Hill and crept into a room. The room once
belonging to her eldest sister Katherine, who passed away due to Diphtheria a
few years ago. Often she came here to play with Katherine’s old toys. Among all
the trinkets and games the doll by far exceeded all the other toys as her most
beloved. The porcelain doll, with blue eyes like the Queens and a dainty dress
on, fared to make time for her unlike the rest of occupants in Pleasant Hill. Such
a doll that allowed to uplift her once dreary spirits. Fidelia options were
most plentiful when her doll was by her side. She felt as though every miss
deserved a doll to be there, to listen, and to free the day of bore….
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