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Odessa
___________may 4th , 1806
It had been 23 days since Odessa and Theodore's last encounter. For some odd reason Odessa could not seem to stop thinking about the boy.
Maybe it was because he had been the first boy to call her pretty, maybe it had been because he was a prince. She didn't know why she was so intrigued by Theodore. Nor did she want to.
"Odessa, darling you can not wear that dress, you wore it last time, how about the burgundy or— or maybe navy?" Esme said lying two dresses on the younger girls bed.
"Let me ask Charlie and Owen, see what they think" Odessa said picking her skirt off the floor and heading towards the boys corridor.
"Owen—So Esme says I can't wear the pink dress since I wore it at the last ball— that's just a load of rubbish if I'm being honest, but besides that I need to know if you like the navy or the burgundy better" her breathing picked up as her words cut short.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw the same brown hair she had been daydreaming about only moments ago.
"Dessa! We were just talking about you" Owen smirked looking towards his now flustered sister. "If you'll excuse us Theodore" Odessa said as she grabbed ahold of Owen ear pulling him out of the beige room, her teeth clashing ever so slightly.
"What is he doing here?" She yelped pushing his shoulder back. "He, my dear sister will be your escort tonight, his father was rather fascinated too see you two together at the opening ball and wants Theodore to pursue you— but shh I wasn't suppose to tell you" Owen raised his finger to her lips dramatically quieting her voice.
"What! I told you I will not pursue anyone!" She yelled;maybe too loudly.
"I know what you said Odessa, and I think it's a load of rubbish! You are young, you are kind, you are the most talented, loving girl I have ever met. You are not crazy. This illness you believe you have can and will not stop you from living your life—not if I can help it" Owen yelled—not as loud, back.
"You don't get it Owen!" "Then help me understand Odessa".
"You don't know what it's like to feel crazy, to forget everything! To want to die!. You don't understand how disgusted I am with these crazed visions I see. You do not get to sit here and tell me that my illness does not stop me from living—when it makes me want to disappear; to never wake again! Owen you do not understand because you will never have to experience your whole entire existence at risk, your brain feeling as though it's going to eat itself alive because you are sane! You are sane Owen and I am not" The tears flooded through her eyes, and unbeknownst to her a certain brown haired boy had heard everything from only two rooms over.
"Odessa I didn't know you felt that way, I'm sorry I can—no I will tell him to leave" Owen had never heard Odessa so hurt before and he felt as though it was his fault and the only way to fix it was get rid of what had started it.
"I don't blame you, it's alright I'll go to the ball with him—but you must tell him I will not be his wife—that I cannot be his wife." Her voice was barely over a whisper as she wiped her tears.
"Whatever you need me to say I will, whatever you need me to do I will" Owen finished, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before turning back to his room.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you—it was wrong you were only trying to help" Odessa called, her breathing calming.
"Do not apologize for your actions when I was the one who riled you up" Owens voice grew quiet as his door shut.
Wiping her eyes one last time she sighed, pulling her dress up slightly and headed back to her room.
If only she could have known what the prince had planned, maybe then she wouldn't have went to the ball and ruined her perfectly thought out plan.
