It’s not nice being called a ‘big girl’ every day of your life. Susannah had grown tired of it but the invitation to the masked ball came anyway.
“Surely you don’t intend…”
Father looked over his spectacles. “It’s not optional, my dear, the gel must go.”
Mother sighed, but Father’s mistress was rather more helpful.
The feathered mask and basque gave her a confidence she had never before felt.
It was a shame for all the pampered debutantes that the country’s answer to Prince Charming was a sucker for big boobs.
Princess Susannah was still a big girl.