Monday, 18 June 2012

The Pretty Dress

'That's a very pretty dress, Gracie.'

I look up at Mr M, watching me from the other side of the table. The bodice of my pretty dress is boned and the bottom edges are digging into my sides. I make myself sit up straighter.

'Thank you, Sir,' I reply, smiling.

Mr M stands up and walks over to my side of the table.

I go to pick up my glass, thinking nothing of it - maybe he's just going to get something off the book shelf - and then gasp in shock as he grabs my hair and yanks me up to my feet.