Ivory.
Three weeks had past since my father shared his intended plans for my future with me.
He's determined and nothing could change his decision.
Even Prissy who usually mastered the art of convincing effortlessly, failed .
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Today's the day I'm going to meet my future husband, Parker Leeds.
My mother has been eagerly planning a banquette, sending out invitations cards to every single member of the Cavendish and Leeds clans.
Her hopes are high and she's certain that all invitees would attend the feast.
The feast where my engagement will be 'formally' announced.
"Ivory sweetheart, what do you think of that dress?" my mother draws my attention to a navy blue gown she displays next to the several other dresses laying on my bed.
The little girl in me would usually jump up when it comes to dresses, but momentarily my minds occupied by other thoughts.
"It's beautiful Mama" I respond monotonously and hope she doesn't notice my mood swings.
However she doesn't give it a second thought and holds the gown against my chest.
"Wonderful" she utters amazed and claps her hand over enthusiastically, eyeing me contently from head to toe.
"You're going to make a beautiful bride my beloved daughter"
she rejoices and hangs the clothing back in my closet.
Thank god someone knocks the door and redeems me from this torture.
"Come on in" my mother grumbles annoyed,
overtaking the part of a dictating
spouse brilliantly as if she was born to play this role.
"Mrs Cavendish, I'm sorry to disturb you, but most of the Leeds family members have already arrived"
the pale looking maid announces on shaky legs, while being examined by my mother who pulls her brows into a judgemental frown.
She as an obedient Christian woman could even terrify the Pope himself with her looks and probably be mistaken as possessed.
My mother's glare rests a little longer on the intimidated maid until her mood shifts automatically and she rejoices over exaggerating
"Well isn't that wonderful, Ivory?".
"Yes very" I lied
"I thought so daughter" my mother grins and then her focus is drawn back to the maid who still remains standing in the door frame.
"Anything else Gretchen?" my mother feigns and I bet I just saw sweat pearls run down Gretchen's forehead.
"No Mrs Cavendish that would be all" Gretchen stumbles and curtsies before leaving.
"Servants" my mother chuckles pejoratively and walks over to my desk.
She pulls out a drawer and removes the base of the compartment,
what I didn't know could be removed until now.
It reveals a pompous necklace, embroidered with huge sparkly gems.
"It belonged to my mother and my mother's mother.
Now I want my eldest daughter to wear it on her wedding day"
she utters getting all emotional and presses the necklace against her chest.
"It's beautiful" I mutter astonished and nearly forget that I'm not marrying voluntarily.
The necklace disappears in the drawer again and my mother directs me to my changing room
"Come on honey, the necklace can wait, but men not" she chuckles
and for a little moment the woman in front of me resembles a lovestruck teenage girl more than a mother.
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Bewitched by Ivory
FanfictionIvory Cavendish, a young and beautiful noble lady, is forced to marry a man she doesn't love in order to secure her family's wealth and image. The young woman is devastated when she founds out about the live changing decision her parents made for h...
