The Princess tossed her pretty head, her dark curls bouncing wildly. The future was not something that she liked to worry about.
“How dull! You are always thinking or reading or drawing, Rosilda. If you are not careful, you will turn into one of those dreadful women who think they are as brainy as a man!”
Rosilda stood up and wearily tried to brush the dirt from her dress.
She then retorted,
“I believe that we all have talents and should make the most of them. It is a sin not to.”
The Princess pouted and turned away, obviously already bored with their conversation.
“Where are you going, Marianne?” Rosilda asked her as the younger girl walked away with a swish of her blue silk skirt.
She was one of the few pupils not required to wear the dark pink uniform dress.
“To the far end of t
