Nicolette Vauquelin Posted November 17, 2016 Share Posted November 17, 2016 Juliana of Hesse-Eschwege had rented a three-story house in Pall Mall for the duration of her stay in London. It was rather plain on the outside, made of red brick with green trim around the oriole windows and a green door with a stained glass window at the top. On the door was a bronze door knocker in the shape of a circular vine with a rose in the center. Hedges trimmed the drive leading up to the entrance and several lovely old trees decorated the lawn. Everything was covered in snow now, as beautiful in the winter as it was in the summer. Inside, the décor was fashionable and lavish, and it had been the lord's bedroom with its enormous carved and gilded bed that had prompted Juliana to rent the house. Hung with crimson, green, and gold silk curtains, it was utterly decadent and appealed to the pretend Princess's hedonistic nature. The rest of the furnishings were opulent as well, including a chase lounge upholstered in multi-colored silk tapestry that she couldn't wait to try out. There was even a Venetian glass mirror, which would allow whomever sat … or cavorted … on the lounge to watch their reflections. An adjoining room held a large bathtub and a cupboard full of fluffy towels and scented oils. ~//~ Nicolette was terribly interested in her fellow European. Juliana had arrived to London without any fanfare which seemed quite unlike her stock... and although the house she'd taken was of the finest address and impressive indeed, her cousin (who knew of such things) said it was rented. Still, a woman with independence and any manner of means was something highly interesting to this Frenchwoman who could of yet only dream of being the same. Her borrowed maid Daisy knocked on the door a little awkwardly, due to the boxed gift she was holding carefully - meanwhile fur clad Nicolette tipped her head and looked up at the grand house. A whole three stories high, and for just one woman. Loosing an envious sigh she wondered if one day that might be she? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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