lim·er·ence
/ˈlimərəns/
noun: limerence; plural noun: limerences
the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings.
•Emmy Arche...
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✧ ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． • A Court Of Thorns And Roses •
☽ Act 1 ☾
"What the hell was that?" The young mother asked as she had entered the Archeron home. She had a half awake Davina perched on her hip. Emmys sister's moved away from the window and watched the father and daughter duo enter through the door.
Mr. Archeron made a grunting noise as he sat in one of the old dinning room chairs facing his daughters, "That, was the very man who just got us our fortune back." He announced with a dreamy like smile on his face.
"What do u mean our fortune back?" Emmy looked at her father dumbfounded.
The girls father looked at Emmy as he said, "I mean everything. The money, the jewels, high society, everything is ours again! Hell, I already have a estate waiting!" He had almost a crazed look in his eye as he flung his hands around to make his point clear.
The brunette heard her sisters gasp in delight and shock.
Emmy was in shock, the wealth that they once had would return. The parties, the rich old men, the lavish goods—it would all be back.
When Emmy still had their wealth she was never a spoiled brat. But she did take things for granted. That being said, she never had a big care for materialistic things, But by the mother wouldn't it be nice to have her own room again and clothes that weren't falling apart and be able to have a meal every night again. The brunette could practically taste the rich wine and well cooked lamb, the seasoning would melt on her tongue as she ate like a king.
Her mouth watered at the thought.
Elain's eyes had a sparkle that seemed to reappear at the mention of the new found wealth they had reclaimed. Even Nesta's cold demeanor seemed to slightly thaw.
"So when do we leave?" The oldest twin asked her father. Mr. Archeron looked at his favorite daughter and smiled as he replied,
"Now."
—☾—
Emmy had got done settling into her room in the new estate farley quickly, granted their wasn't much to move from the old cottage. A few pieces of her sheet music she had left, and couple pieces of old jewelry left from her mother was really all she took for herself. Most of her clothes were worthless now.
However Davina had a few more thing then her mother, like her water paints gifted from her aunt Feyre, a couple of her dolls, and some of her books her mom would read to her.
The blonde had officially woken up when the Archeron family had all arrived to their new home. She looked around in confusion at first not understanding that this would be here new home but when she saw the size of her new room she settled in quickly.
It seemed that most of the family has quickly adjusted to their old way of life. Especially Elain, she had already rekindled old relationships within society and joined the upcoming Season. Emmy always knew that her twin was made for that lifestyle.
She fit in perfectly with her perfect hair and perfect features. Her perfect figure that was stuffed in a pretty pink dress showed off her small perfect curves and accentuated her small perfect waist had all the men drooling. She was perfect.
Nesta had entered the season as well, after Elain had begged her too, she went to every ball and answered every invite with her presents but she never talked to any suitors. Her cold stare and defensive posture had the men running.
Emmy however was not allowed to attend the season. She was considered dirty and used, those were the terms most often used when she was brought up. She had already had a child, and a daughter no less, whom was a product of a unmarried woman.
The brunette often laughed when she heard the whispers of Elains friends.
'I heard her sister has a child already, How Disgraceful.'
' I heard she whored herself for coin.'
' A slut is what she is.'
' Not even a son, tch.'
' Her poor family, she could have ruined them.'
Emmy was not jealous of her sisters though. She has had a life time of experience with men, she did not need anymore. She didn't need a lousy man to take care of her and her daughter.
AUTHORS NOTE:
this chapter was short but wtv, I started school again and it's literal hell, brb gonna get a gun.
