Hello, I'm Victoria Everglot. I am the daughter of Finis and Maudeline Everglot. Some might say that I am a bit shy and soft-spoken.
boggs-kim-deactivated20120218: Kim was surprised by her kindness. "I'm fine, thanks.", she smiles gladly. "How about you?"

"I’m quite all right, thank you." She smiled. "If you don’t mind me asking, where is it you are from?" 

Dec 28th (1:44am)

boggs-kim-deactivated20120218: Hello, I'm Kim. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss!

"It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Kim. I’m Victoria." Victoria smiled. "How are you today?" 

Dec 26th (9:27pm)

allthingsburton:

Victor Van Dort: Do forgive me. Victoria Everglot: You play beautifully. Victor Van Dort: I-I-I do apologize Miss Everglot. How rude of me to… Well… Excuse me. Victoria Everglot: Mother won’t let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. “Too passionate”, she says. Victor Van Dort: If I may ask, Miss Everglot… where is your chaperon? Victoria Everglot: Perhaps, in… in view of the circumstances… you could call me Victoria.

allthingsburton:

Victor Van Dort: Do forgive me.
Victoria Everglot: You play beautifully.
Victor Van Dort: I-I-I do apologize Miss Everglot. How rude of me to… Well… Excuse me.
Victoria Everglot: Mother won’t let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. “Too passionate”, she says.
Victor Van Dort: If I may ask, Miss Everglot… where is your chaperon?
Victoria Everglot: Perhaps, in… in view of the circumstances… you could call me Victoria.

deserta:

Bridge by alyssakai on Flickr.

deserta:

Bridge by alyssakai on Flickr.

andshewasbeautiful: Hello Miss Victoria!

"Oh hello," Victoria nodded, with a small smile. "What is your name?"

Dec 5th (12:03am)

: Victoria was sitting at her vanity, fixing her hair. She could hear... ↘

esthertheorphan:

sweet-victoria:

esthertheorphan:

sweet-victoria:

Victoria was sitting at her vanity, fixing her hair. She could hear her parents talking rather loudly in the hall about things she had no interest in. Once she had fixed her hair, she walked over to her doorway. She peeked from the door to see if she could tell where her parents were. She looked…

Esther was outside the orphanage again running errands for Sister Abigail and Sister Judith. How she hated being bossed around and told to do work they should be doing themselves but she had no choice. She wanted to show the orphanage she was placed in this time that she was polite and well-mannered. That little stunt she pulled shouting at Mrs. Whitman at the orphanage back in Estonia would not get her placed into a good family so her demeanor must come off as polite, well-behaved, and obedient to the authority figures or her chances of getting adopted would be slimmed down. 

She dropped off one of the letters in the stack that Sister Judith gave her in the mailbox of a small house right next to a millinery shop. She still had at least eleven more letters to drop off and the houses were scattered in random places across the town. Esther let out a long sigh, straightened the burgundy velveteen ribbons on her wrists and neck, and walked off from the house when all of a sudden, she bumped into a young lady scattering the letters all over the cobblestone floor of the streets. 

“Oh I’m so very sorry! Here, let me help.” Victoria knelt down to help the little girl pick up her letters. She handed the letters back to the girl and smiled. Victoria was very embarrassed, her cheeks glowing pink. She pushed back some of her hair that had escaped from her tightly held bun. She paused, “Are you alright?” She asked the girl. Victoria hadn’t known what else to say to her. 

“Oh no,” Esther replied. “It’s alright! I should have watched where I was going. Thank you very much for helping me, miss”. 

Esther smiled at the young woman- she was rather pretty and seemed very kind at heart. She seemed like the type of person she would find herself associating with unlike those despicable brats at the orphanage who always teased her and men who did nothing but use and break hearts. They would get their share of suffering one day and Esther would make sure of that. On the other hand, the woman did seem a bit naive and that was something she pitied greatly but it would be interesting to start a conversation with her. She seemed like a very kind woman to talk to and who knows? Perhaps something very good would come out of it. 

“My name is Esther,” she said putting on her largest and sweetest smile. “What is yours?” 

Victoria smiled. “You’re welcome.” 

Victoria liked this young girl. She seemed well-mannered and sweet. She didn’t really know any better, or know anyone, since she has been locked away inside her house for so long. Maybe they could be friends? She put out her hand, “I’m Victoria. It’s very nice to meet you, Esther. You have a wonderful name.” Victoria looked around and saw her parents through the window. “Oh, why don’t we move over there.” Victoria let out a small laugh. 

They walked a few yards away, and she looked back at Esther. “Where are your parents? They must be around somewhere?” 

Nov 30th (2:40am)
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