Three nights from now, she wanted to go to the fall dance in the town square. What would she wear? Natalie had racked her brain trying to come up with something special, after all it was her birthday they had chosen to celebrate. Or so she told herself.
While climbing the stairs to store her summer things she remembered Grandma’s trunk. Would she find something in that old wooden box?
After putting her clothes into the small closet that her grandfather had made them before he passed away, she moved things around. Although she couldn’t smell his scent any longer she hadn’t the heart to take his coat out of there, let alone give it away.
Opening the trunk was a beautiful experience. The sun streamed through the slats of the roof vents. Everything sparkled, even the dust particles in the air. Her grandfather’s hat nestled in the corner. Then the long dress her grandmother wore to parties lay in wait for her. She caressed its folds of taffeta and lace. Remembering how beautiful she looked in this fine dress. Would this fit? She held it up and checked the waistline, then ran to the closet for a hanger.
Something caught her attention when she returned. Kneeling on the splintered floor she saw a pair of ankle boots. The leather strips were still in tact. She could tighten them for support when she danced with that handsome William Scott. Then she caught a glimpse of a pair of yellow gloves. The perfect accessory needed to finish the outfit and hide her calloused hands.
She slipped them inside and buttoned the tiny pearl on each forearm. Saturday night she would look as fine as all the other ladies in Richmond square. October 27, 1900 would be the best night of her life.