As I watched over my familiar tree-tops the last of this day's light faded away, leaving me with a lingering sadness. As I sat quietly in the growing darkness I felt the world was falling away from me, growing cold and remote.
I'm afraid of the darkness, where shapes move in the corner of my mind, whispers drift. Memories apart from me stir to an invisible draft from an unknown window, and as the light fails, my mind's eye sharpens. I begin to see figures in the dimness.
Amanda: What's going on? Are you all right? Why are you wearing that dress?
I can't find any of my clothes. You have them packed away for the move. I really like this gown, though. You're not selling it, are you?
Amanda: Of course not. I'm glad you like it. FYI it's a replica of Princess Grace's engagement ball gown.
Huh! I feel like a princess wearing it.
Amanda: I have a little something for you. It's not much because I'm on a budget now.
*gasp* Did the Monique items come in already?
Amanda: Unfortunately, not yet. This actually didn't cost me anything. But the best things in life are free, huh?
Okay. what is it?
Amanda: A new name. "Fanchon" doesn't suit your elusive quality. Since I've known you you've become darker, more elegant. If you don't mind, I'd like to call you Victoria.
Victoria?
Amanda: It's a name involved in many different things I love. For one thing, you know how I pore through those old copies of Victoria. dreaming of ways to add beauty to our life. Well. is it okay if I call you Victoria now?
Victoria. Hmm. I like that. Yes, that will be fine.
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