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(Caption) The noblewoman's stand-in
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 13:13:34 +0000 UTCHe had always longed for a life of wealth. One day, a few soldiers brought him before a young noblewoman. The noblewoman said that her family needed a stand-in, and since he resembled her, he could move into the estate if he agreed to the arrangement. He nodded.
The transformation began with makeup. A maid cleaned his face with warm water and a soft cloth, removed fine stubble, and applied a layer of moisturizing base. The makeup artist spread on a light-colored foundation, gently pressing around the nose and jaw to even out his skin tone. Concealer was dotted under the eyes and at the corners of the mouth, then set with loose powder. His brows were trimmed to remove stray hairs, then shaped into a soft arch with gray-brown powder. A pale pink eyeshadow was applied to the lids, deepened slightly at the outer corners, and finished with thin, delicate false lashes. A touch of rose-colored blush was brushed on the cheeks, and his lips were outlined into a rounder shape before being filled in with a glossy pink. In the mirror, his face softened, and his gaze seemed held by the makeup.
Hair took longer. Sections were wrapped around hot rollers, cooled, and released into loose, smooth waves. The top layer was gathered into a low bun at the back, with a few curled strands left to frame the ears. Small flowers and ribbons were tucked into the hair, their ends draping down the back. A small beret, trimmed with miniature roses, was set on his head. Pink drop earrings were clipped on, and a fine pearl necklace was fastened around his neck. Gloves were slipped on after a dusting of powder so the fingers would lie flat over the knees.
Dressing came in layers. First a soft underskirt and a tight-fitting corset, the laces drawn slowly from the back until his waist curved sharply. Then came the hoop skirt and two layers of petticoats to lift the hem. The outer dress of white lace was set over it, its edges embroidered with flowers, with pink underlayers peeking through the ruffles. A wide satin ribbon was tied at the waist, its bow pinned with fabric blossoms. Low-heeled shoes with small clasps completed the look. They taught him how to sit without crushing the skirt: lifting the hem slightly and smoothing the fabric to one side before settling down.
At that moment, he looked at the person in the mirror, feeling a mix of heaviness and elation. The maid pinned on the final brooch, and he softly answered. From that day on, she was addressed as "Madam."
The lessons that followed were strict. She practiced her steps, the angle of her hands, and speaking in a softer tone. She learned bookkeeping, how to send silent signals to servants at the dining table, and the formal order of conversation. When she first met her "husband," she rose to greet him, offered tea, briefly inquired about his day, and spoke exactly as she had been taught. He nodded, gave a few instructions, and went to his study. Later, she spoke in the garden with the family's "daughter"—an adult, though still called that at home—listening to her talk about her lessons, reminding her to meet her tutor on time, and lending her a shawl for the next day.
As the evening light faded, she sat on a purple chaise, her skirt spread across the grass, a small table beside her holding tea and a ledger. She knew she had been chosen as a stand-in, and that it came with rules and restraint. Yet with the gown on her body and the shadow of flowers on her sleeves, she felt that the wealth she had once imagined was finally close. Gender had not closed the door—she acted as a wife, navigating between her husband and daughter, meeting the household's expectations. The next day she rose again, put on her makeup, styled her hair, dressed herself, and carried out each step with care. She understood this was the life she had to maintain—and the opportunity she had no intention of letting go.
