Beautiful Like Diamonds in the Sky Jul 28, 2022 13:13:26 GMT -5
Post by Gianna Pasqualin on Jul 28, 2022 13:13:26 GMT -5
[ Made for Elliot Moore ]
Gianna Pasquialin was not a wealthy young woman. Of course, if her birth parents had kept her then she would have been a countess and surely might have been able to afford more lavish things, but instead she'd been orphaned and then adopted by a baronet, thus she had next to nothing to her name and had to save for months to even buy something that was only half as nice as a daughter of a count might get. To say she was dissatisfied with her station in life was an understatement. She wanted the world. She wanted the whole world. She wanted to lock it right up in her pocket...so she needed a husband that could give it to her.
The misguided young woman had the notion in her head that wealth begets wealth. The wealthy didn't want to snag up the poor and make them rich. They wanted to take on others who were rich so that their own wealth could double. Thus, she toiled day in and day out to attain a certain presentation of wealth, even if it was the furthest thing from the truth.
This day in the market, for example, she had on the nicest dress she owned. It looked like a casual dress for a marchioness, perhaps, and she wore it nonchalantly on the outside, while inwardly her breath hitched any time something threatened its welfare. The dress was long enough to cover her shoes, thank goodness, for they weren't fine at all. She had great beauty, there was no denying that, and she donned an angelic expression and carried her head high, as if she was a godsend to the people of the streets about her.
Let those who saw her believe what their instinct told them: that she was a woman of status and wealth. More than once she'd gotten gifts from the ruse, and more than once she'd acquired the attention of young bachelors who were interested in taking on a beautiful, wealthy wife. What she would do if one pursued her further and discovered the truth? Well, that had never happened. Most couldn't make it past her winning personality.
Gianna, with nose held high and dark eyes flickering over wares with mild interest, came upon a merchant's stall that boasted of many great jewels. Her eyes were dazzled by the shine, and she unconsciously lingered.