The furniture is mahogany.

I never saw any mahogany, but it does sound SO luxurious.

This is a couch all heaped with gorgeous silken cushions, pink and blue and crimson and gold, and I am reclining gracefully on it.
I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the wall.
I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a pearl cross on my breast and pearls in my hair.

My hair is of midnight darkness and my skin is a clear ivory pallor.

My name is the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald.