Sitting For A Portrait (Patreon)

"Sit still, Maribelle," my sister yelled at me. 

It was hard to sit still. I was perched on a small wooden chair. My ribs were being crushed by a corset. I was clad in a ball gown and my face was burning underneath layers of makeup. 

So why was I dressed like this? Well, it's because I was helping my sister out with her portfolio for her college application. She was going to study makeup. Why she got me to model and not one of her friends I'll never know.