Harriet Rose Smith
Harriet woke up, her icy blue eyes snapping open as her phone made a loud flute noise. She sat up, and realised she'd fallen asleep in her reading chair by the window. She looked down at her book, and sighed. She had almost finished it now, and she could barely remember what happened in the chapters she'd read. The only down side to falling asleep with a book. She put in her bookmark, and gently slid the hard covered book onto it's shelf. She looked at her iPhone, and picked it up. She unlocked it and checked her new message. It was from her boss. "Don't forget that party tonight! A new DJ's there, and we need to review it quick sharp!" Harriet groaned, remembering the club and the party, and the work. She looked at a clock on the wall, and saw it was late in the afternoon. She figured she'd best pick out an outfit. She walked to her room, her bare feet making no nosie on the carpet. She smiled blissfully at the quiet in the house, then grimaced at the thought of all the noise at the club.
Stepping into her bedroom, Harriet looked around, glad to see everything was in it's place. She stepped over to her wardrobe, and opened the doors, and looking for something nice to wear. Her wardrobe was mainly white, but that was fine, as the club's lights would make her seem more colorful than she actually was. She stroked her chin as she thought, and saw a perfect outfit practically shouting at her. She was glad clothes couldn't shout really, or every time her wardrobe opened it would scream. She picked out a white lacy dress, white leggings, and light blue shoes, with a silver sequined clutch purse. She laid it out on the large bed, and observed it, making sure she liked it. Holding up the dress to her body, and her round face formed a cute grin. She put the outfit on, and did a little twirl in front of her mirror, raising her hands above her head. Satisfied, Harriet put her money and phone in her purse, and smiled, happy with her choices. She needed to pass the time however, so she decided to practice on her flute. Picking up her case, she walked back to her plush armchair by the window, and assembled the graceful instrument. She sat down, crossing her feet over each other, looing graceful although no one was around. She turned to the window, and started to play.
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Harriet woke up, her icy blue eyes snapping open as her phone made a loud flute noise. She sat up, and realised she'd fallen asleep in her reading chair by the window. She looked down at her book, and sighed. She had almost finished it now, and she could barely remember what happened in the chapters she'd read. The only down side to falling asleep with a book. She put in her bookmark, and gently slid the hard covered book onto it's shelf. She looked at her iPhone, and picked it up. She unlocked it and checked her new message. It was from her boss. "Don't forget that party tonight! A new DJ's there, and we need to review it quick sharp!" Harriet groaned, remembering the club and the party, and the work. She looked at a clock on the wall, and saw it was late in the afternoon. She figured she'd best pick out an outfit. She walked to her room, her bare feet making no nosie on the carpet. She smiled blissfully at the quiet in the house, then grimaced at the thought of all the noise at the club.
Stepping into her bedroom, Harriet looked around, glad to see everything was in it's place. She stepped over to her wardrobe, and opened the doors, and looking for something nice to wear. Her wardrobe was mainly white, but that was fine, as the club's lights would make her seem more colorful than she actually was. She stroked her chin as she thought, and saw a perfect outfit practically shouting at her. She was glad clothes couldn't shout really, or every time her wardrobe opened it would scream. She picked out a white lacy dress, white leggings, and light blue shoes, with a silver sequined clutch purse. She laid it out on the large bed, and observed it, making sure she liked it. Holding up the dress to her body, and her round face formed a cute grin. She put the outfit on, and did a little twirl in front of her mirror, raising her hands above her head. Satisfied, Harriet put her money and phone in her purse, and smiled, happy with her choices. She needed to pass the time however, so she decided to practice on her flute. Picking up her case, she walked back to her plush armchair by the window, and assembled the graceful instrument. She sat down, crossing her feet over each other, looing graceful although no one was around. She turned to the window, and started to play.
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