The sun was rising along the balcony as it shined through the drapes and skimmed along the deep blue sheets. A mass of black lay across the pillows as a groan seemed to erupt from the pillows themselves. Suddenly, the covers shot up and the pillows flew off the bed onto the floor as a woman jumped up letting her black hair fall around her face. Her skin was a very light tan giving her an almost milky color. Her eyelids fluttered open as her bright green eyes reflected the light flooding into her room. Slowly moving over to the edge of the bed, she seemed to not be quite awake yet as she slowly stood up to get dressed. Standing at a short 5’5”, she still managed to fill out her dresses quite well. Pulling on a simple emerald color dress, she glanced down noticing that was good enough. Too lazy to put on shoes she grabbed her brush and quickly fixed her black curly mass of hair. Finally done with the pleasantries, she was about to move to the door when it swung open with haste.
Focusing her eyes on the figure, she squinted a bit before being whisked away by one of the nannies. She was going on her eightieth birthday in a week and she already considered herself a woman, but no one else seemed to think of her as such. It was beyond frustrating. Her days were all mapped out for her from dawn until dusk. Rushing off to most likely piano practice she stumbled a bit in her hurry over a rug. The nanny turned around letting her blonde hair pass in front of her pale skin and grey eyes to snap at her. “Charlotte! Did you not wear your shoes again?” The woman’s words snapped as she all but growled at her. Throwing the door open to the music room, she pushed her in and the woman rushed away, all of her tall stature made her seem opposing as she most likely went to go get her some pair of shoes.
Charlotte rolled her eyes in irritation as she moved her way over to the large piano. Smiling happily, she ran her fingers along the elegant wood and took a seat on the bench. She really did love this piano. As much as she hated being told what to do with her every second of the day, this was one thing she didn’t argue with, though she wished it was much later in the day. Now properly seated on the bench her fingers brushed along the keys as she wondered just what she would be playing today. Maybe some Mozart, or maybe if she could bully her teacher, some Chopin, oh she loved how that man had wrote his music, to tease the senses. Letting out a sigh in happiness, she heard the back door open as her music lesson would begin.