With a flash of color and flying hair, a young girl danced around the corner to make her appearance in the dining room. She stopped suddenly, a look of surprise registered on her face. Composing herself, she smoothed her stylish, delicately layered, moss green skirt. Though only about fourteen years of age she looked attractive and modestly trendy in a renaissance styled, opalescent colored blouse. She had long satiny, perfectly straight, fawn-colored hair which flowed about her shoulders. Her small feet, poised in a perfect ballerina stance, were encased in delicate white slippers.
She caught the eye of her father and he moved quickly to her side. With a regal bearing beyond her years she stood nimbly on her toes and her father presented his cheek to her to receive a light kiss.
As the girl was introduced, her dark brown eyes smoothly made the rounds, resting on each guest as they came to them. When former conversations resumed, Elizabeth immediately made her way to her mother’s side. With a smooth motion she leaned confidentially over to her and whispered something in her ear. Her mother turned to look at her with slightly raised eyebrows but said nothing. They looked at one another for a moment, not enough to distract the guests, but long enough for mother to communicate whatever point she was making across to her daughter.
All at once, Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders slightly, was up on pointed toes, arms stretched gracefully from her side, and pirouetted to music only she seemed to hear and danced over to the wicker chair by the sideboard. There she bent her long slender form and picked up the family cat who started purring instantly. Purring back at the cat Elizabeth buried her face into the soft white fur as she cuddled her gently in her arms. Holding her like a baby, Elizabeth crooned lovingly as she scratched her gently behind the ears. After a time the cat jumped from her lap, indolently stretched and headed out of the room. Elizabeth sighed as she watched her go and turned her attention to the adults conversation.
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