Ivory.
Today's the day I'm going to seal the life long bond of marriage with my fiancé Parker Leeds.
Today's the day I'm going to die, or at least the joyful, reckless girl in me, leaving a shallow self behind for the rest of my miserable life.
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Someone knocks my door,
causing me to shriek up from a dream and rub my eyes vigorously.
I listen to the soft voice of my chambermaid Gretchen, pervading the separating bed room door
"Miss...Missy are you awake?".
"Yes, you made sure of that" I yawn sleepily and hold a hand against my mouth, suppressing an exhausted moan.
Somehow I never manage to get enough sleep, probably due overthinking which keeps me awake till late at night.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed your slumber Miss, but your mother sends me. She's expecting you as soon as possible in the salon"
she ends her report and I force myself to get out the cuddly warm canopy bed.
"What does she want?" I groan as I throw a lavender coloured morning robe over my silk night gown.
"She says it's a surprise" Gretchen answers and I hear her footsteps slowly fade in the mansion's ginormous hallway.
"Fuck the surprise, I want sleep"
I grumble to myself like an angry squirrel shooed out it's drey.
I stalk towards the salon, out of which I could perceive laughter and chatter.
It's literally six in the morning, why can't they just let me sleep in?
As I walk in the salon five pair of eyes are targeted at me.
"Um hello?" I mumble and immediately froze in place.
The entire room is filled with wedding dresses.
Wedding dresses here, wedding dresses there.
Wherever I lay my eyes on,
I see sparkly, white wedding dresses.
Terror.
When I was little I used to put on my Mother's wedding dress,
but now I simply can't stand the bare sight of them.
"Surprise" my mother chirps and pulls me on a lounger which is strangely not covered in that diabolical fabric.
"Gretchen you may leave now" she dismisses Gretchen who curtsies one last time, before leaving us behind.
With 'us' I mean my mischievous mother and her three personal stylists, alias bloodhounds.
"Ivory sweetheart, you do remember Dolores, Ruth and Etienne, don't you?"
she indirectly introduces us,
for which I'm glad, since I couldn't remember their names.
"Yes" I lie and smile
warm-hearted at them.
Like on commando they get up and take a deep bow.
"Miss Cavendish congratulations to your wedding and I think I can speak on behalf of us all, that we're more than glad to be assisting you for today's special occasion" the short man, called Etienne, announces kindly,
his french accent making him seem even more congenial.
The two woman next to him who must be Dolores and Ruth,
curtsy and smile cordially.
Ruth seems more like the shy and obedient type, while Dolores vibrates experience that comes most likely with a bossy attitude.
YOU ARE READING
Bewitched by Ivory
Fiksi PenggemarIvory 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...
