It was beautiful. The palace was huge covered in ribbons and flowers, chandeliers hanging from the carved roof looking like starts in sky, shinning bright.
The ball room was filled with laughter, political discussions, judging eyes, soft sound of melody playing in the background by the musicians. Men in black and white suits, women in colorful gowns and small cloth fans in their hands. Young girls flirting with men to get married to, all rich.
Sigh. Here we go another day of absolute torture.
"Come on Emily don't stand here like a statue people are looking!" Mother harshly whispered, showing her crooked white teeth to the crowd.
Giving me a push from behind, my mother started descending down the stairs. Why God why do I have to deal with this. Taking a deep breath I straightened out my shoulders and and walked behind her, trying not to show boredom on my face.
Okay why in the Lord are these people staring at me. Dont they have better things to do. Controlling the urge to roll my eyes I finally reach down the stairs.
As soon as we reached the bottom we were surrounded with men who wanted to ask our hands in marriage, some jealous women searching for weaknesses to embarrass us, some who were too intrigued in our lives, and some who genuinely wanted to make friends.
After what felt like an eternity I sneaked away from those people to the food area. And holy cow in my stomach, there was so much food of all types.
Not wanting to wait any longer I fastened my steps.
"Miss Becker! " I heard one of the men Mr. Charles call out my name. Oh for the love of - "Mr. Charles" I said bowing down putting a fake surprised look on my face.
"I was looking for you, you suddenly disappeared on me. " He said coming closer. Oh hell no. I turned away from him walking fast giving a fake giggle. I glanced back at him to look if I lost him, bad idea. I groaned as I bumped into someone.
"I apologize I wasn't looking- " I said turning to look who I bumped into when my voice ran away to hide somewhere.
He was gorgeous
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Loving The Lord
Romance"Come on Emily! Get ready fast! Wear this." My mother huffs angrily, thrusting the corset and a newly bought fancy gown in my hands. "But why do I need to wear this!? " I ask throwing my hands in the air, blowing the hair out of my face. . . . ...
