Madeline As the last daughter of five sisters and the only one unwed or not in season you been dubbed the ice princess. You have no interest in such suitors even if the deserving match. No one knows your reasons and you intend to keep it that way...
Why is it I am left in the dark about matters that very much concern me, I am but a few years younger than them yet I'm still viewed like a mear child
This was something of a few I could not stand but yet all m y sister went along with it and did not defend in any way. I was different from all of them; I was very much like our mother. I looked the most like our mother and I wouldn't know if I am receiving some sort of punishment for bearing such a resemblance to her. I collect my thoughts placing them away and facing my sisters.
"thank you for cheering me up, I feel lighter than a feather" I tried sounding sarcastic but my annoyance seeped its way through.
"Madeliene " Bethany places her hand on my shoulder. "Please just know I want to tell you, I don't like having you in the dark but you know he is a persistent man" Bethany adds her expression low. I was aware that our father was not only the same man he was anymore but a drastically changed man.
was his change or the better or was he coping with whatever he's dealing with this way? I would never know
NARRATOR POV: MADELIENE᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃
Hours had passed from the early morning in Madeliene's studio where her sister finally left her to be in her space. It was now past noon heading to evening and Madeliene found herself in the gardens. The one place that stayed the same through the many years and the flowers still blooming beautifully. she strolled through the garden grounds inspecting every flower drawing her mind away from her foreseeable future.
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"you know flowers go through the harshest of weathers sometimes and yet they bloom beautifully, don't they? try envisioning yourself that way once in a while" Her mother's words echoed through her mind as madeleine stopped by the pond.
Envision me a flower, could I possibly still bloom with what's about to happen to me? and if so how? I'm being forced into marriage!
Madeleine knelt down in frustration realizing how her mind began challenging her own thoughts. A butterfly flew to her side landing on her shoes. she lifted her head from her knees glancing at this butterfly. its blue tones and shades shimmering in the light of the setting sun.
I like to think I'm like a flower so beautiful, peaceful, and trying to live life like everyone else but unlike everyone else, I can break ever so easily...just like you little friend
The butterfly hovered near Madeliene face as if making eye contact with her and flying off. Madeleine shifted herself lying upon the grass. A dark shadow had lingered upon her face as she finally opened her eyes. "M, lady it's beginning to get dark, the master wouldn't approve...you may get a cold" sounded the voice of a lady; the homes-housekeeper ms jones.
"Yes yes, I am quite aware of the weather, and do not worry yourself I will not be getting...at least not from this" "But m'lady the master wants you in good health including your eating times. You missed breakfast and lunch!- "Ms. Jones I shall attend dinner. please I beg you don't give yourself a heart attack worrying over me" Madeleine cut her off bringing herself back up as she dusted herself. Ms. Jones took care of everything in the house from meals, to the workers, the home, and taking care of the daughters as much as she could. She was quite old now about in her fifties now.
