Papa and i ride up to a tall looking cottage. The white walls outcast by black planks that line the sheltter. The most delicate ivy spirals up the sides, reaching for the windows. a beautiful garden full of mums and lily's greet's us as we walk in. However, the display before me is, well for lack of a better word, disasterous. Muslin and dresses, hats, garments are all over the place. Spralled out like wood and palm trees after a hurricane. The floor and shelves are covered in dust. heavens! Her counter is barried in clutter. My aunt of all people? You would think that for someone of my welth in the classifications of festivals that she would manage herself better.
" Aunt Brugina? Are you there?" I cautiously walk into the shop, avoiding any clothing iteams that i can. Something stirs in the back room. A more heavy set women with flame red hair and a dark blue gown on cast off by a solid white apron emerges. holding her glasses with such delicatness as she woddles towards me.
"Eleanor? Is that you my dear? It's been such a long time since i layed eyes on you child. Come in, Please do come in. No need to stand about like lost feild mouse."
"Aunt Brugina. it's nice to see you again."
" Oh! Child. you look just like your mother. God bless her soul. Now make hast, dear. We have plenty of work to do, fetch yourself an apron from the back room and help me organize this disaster."
"yes Aunt Brugina." I smile as i make my way to the back room. She may be a little off her rockers but, she's still solid and knows how to go about things.
hours past of long cleaning adn sorting. My back begins to ach and my poor feet feel as if the have been stompped on a thousand times by a herd of elaphants. I love my aunt just the same though. you see, even though she may have a weird way of doing things and not being the most organized person in the world, she does know how to clean. The shop went from total disaster to almost 100% spotless in about two and a half hours. it's not like his shop is small either, you could fit the whole United States Army times ten in here.
"Eleanor, could you put those last two boxes of bonets and whatnot up above for me dear?"
"sure thing Aunt Brugina." i make my way over to the shelve that has the majority of bonets and shoes in it. Standing on a short stool, just tall enough for me to reach the top shelve. I grab one of the boxes and place it ont eh shelve, doing the same with the other, i step down from the stool and place it in the back room with the rest of unknown boxed inventroy.
'Da-ding' the bell from the front door chimes out at us. walking to the front i am greeted by Aunt Brugina talking to a young boy, about my age. i practically stop dead in my tracks. he's quite handsome, green eys and brown hair, dressed in propper atire. never in my life have i ever seen such a man as he. and to think about how ugly i must look at the moment, Brown hair falling out of it's braided updo, whispint around like some ugly animal. Not to mention my dress, covered in Lord knows how much dust! A dirty apron hugging my hips and sides. I must look like the grim repper.
"Dearest, this is Mr. Tilney. he's here to make sure that everything is up and running for tomorrow. what do you say dear?"
in my untimely flattered state i manage to compose myself long enough to say through nerves," Oh, um.. yes, indeed so, everythings in order for the festival. Rest assured nothing shall go wrong //Mr. Tilney."
"Great. Glad to hear it." Goodness his voice is quite cute, not to mentionhis looks.
"oh, My i almost forgot. Mr. Tilney this is my niece. Miss. Eleanor Knightley."
"my lady. fogive me for not adressing you in any propper manner. i had no idea tha-"
"it is fine, you didn't know. All is well. And i too am trenedously sorry that you would see me in such a... disaterous state. Forgive me please."
"indeed so my lady, if you can frogive me."
"let's call it a truse then?" i question him.
"yes. a truse."
"well, Mr. Tilney i shall see you tomorrow?"
"indeed you shall, i ahve no dout of it." with that he bowed and walked out of the shop. i stand there like an idiot lost in my fuzzy mind on how attractive he was.
" child you've fallen head over heals!" Anut Brugina chuckles and winks at me as she sweeps herself across the room.
"i have not!" i bit back, she just laughs harder and waves her hand of like she was dismissing a rude comment all in a joking manner though.
* sorry for the late update. my computer has been acting reallly weird and wasn't wanting to hook up to my internet. thank the Lord for my mom, she was able to fix the pronblem for the time being. yay!!! update to come soon*
