Cindy's Story

With the second part of Courtin' & Sparkin' I've introduced a new character. Below you can read a bit of her story:

Cindy was only fourteen when she was left alone to fend for herself. She was the youngest one in the family and no one really cared for a small meek girl with brown eyes and mousey hair to match.
Her will and determination kept her going as she carried a small bag and a diary across the vast prairies in search of something better. She lived through some nasty storms and nearly lost her life to wild animals on more than one occasion.
Cindy in all her wandering away from the past had somehow found her way into Denver and the home of Madame; Madame who smoked with an air as if she was high society and dressed in silks as if she was high society. Her face was painted with makeup that made her look like a doll with too much paint on her face.
Her first impressions of Madame had quickly become smothered in silk as the moment Cindy knocked on her door she was whisked away inside with Madame’s arms still around her.
Cindy wouldn’t soon forget all that she first saw and heard, other girls with paint on their faces who also dressed in silks, some with men and their arms and the noises she heard at night. Over time she began to feel herself swept into that world of Madame’s feeling as if that was the way she could become someone.