Alice March is the third youngest daughter, she's a singer and a dreamer. The feeling of love is one that she craves, she longed for that feeling. She wanted someone to be utterly devoted to her, and Theodore Laurence gave her that.
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Alice March had been sat on the grassy fields, she lay in a meadow, where time slows its pace, amidst nature's gentle embrace. The symphony of the wind played in her ears as it gently caressed her hair. "Alice!" Her younger sister Amy calls over to her, the brunette smiling as she walked over.
"Time is merely relevant dear sister, do not forget to live in the moment." Alice says as she holds her sister's face in her hands before the blonde could say anything. Amy sighs and simply embraces her sister. "How is it that you manage to have an answer for everything before I even speak?" She questions.
"You are my sister, whom of which I hold dearly. I do my best." Alice says as she looks at her little sister's painting. "The era of modernism is nothing to fear, the sentiment of realism is nothing that can be replicated." Alice says as she smiles.
Amy March was living in constant fear that her art could never make it in the world, but Alice March was always there to reassure her and soothe those fears that troubled her. Both sisters began to walk across the blades of grass, the sharp vegetation nicked at their ankles, but neither of them seemed to mind as they arrived at their aunt's carriage.
Alice observed her sister with a cautious expression as their aunt March spoke. "The decadents have ruined Paris, if you ask me. These French women couldn't lift a hairbrush." Their aunt complained, neither girl presenting a response.
"Amy, Alice! I said, "These French women couldn't lift a hairbrush."" Their aunt repeats, looking to both girls hoping for a response. "Oh yes! Very true, Aunt March." Amy says, their aunt turning to the brunette who simply nodded. " Don't humor me. What do they write, your troublemaking family?" Aunt March questions. Alice looked over at her younger sister who held the letter, a saddened look on her face.
All Alice desired was to go home, to be with her sisters and her dear parents once again.
"Mother doesn't say anything about Beth. I feel I should go back but they all say "stay."" Amy says. "I do wish to go home, I'm quite worried for dear Beth." Alice says softly as she opens her fan, slightly fanning herself.
"You both can do nothing if you go back. The girl is sick, not lonely." Aunt March says, both girls giving her a harsh look.
"And you shouldn't go home until you and Fred Vaughn are properly engaged." Aunt March says, more directed at Amy than not, the blonde beginning to blush. "Yes, and until I've completed all of my painting lessons, of course." Amy says a wide smiling forming.
Their aunt looks at her confused. "What? Oh, yes, yes. Of course." Aunt March says.
Alice looks around at all the men and women walking around the pavement. They had their own lives and each person did not spare a second glance, but clearly her sister did.
"Stop the carriage! Laurie!" Amy exclaims as she gets out of the carriage as soon as it stops. Alice watches with a smile as her sister ran over to the boy, but the boy couldn't take his eyes off of her as soon as their eyes met.
"Amy March you come back here right this instant!" Aunt March exclaims, Amy giggles happily as she walks back over to the carriage, Alice not yet noticing Laurie had followed. Laurie gives aunt March a cheek kiss as the elder woman exclaimed in shock. "Hello." Laurie says as he looks to the brunette girl. "Hello Theodore." She says, a stoic look on her face as her fan shielded her nose and mouth.
But the happy glint in her eyes gave her act away. Laurie grinned as he and the girl had a small staring contest, the girl looking away first as her sister began to exclaim once again. "Come to the New Year's Party! It's a ball and everyone will be there, including Fred and Alice, pick us up at the hotel at 8, the Chavain!" Amy exclaims with glee.
Alice noticed the carriage began to move, Laurie jumping off and walking away. Amy exclaimed as she turned back in her seat, yelling after the boy. "Dress for festivities! Top hats and silks!" Amy gleefully shouts.
"I will! I'll wear my best silk!" Laurie exclaimed as he looks back at the carriage. Alice looked at the boy, her eyes softening as he looked back at her. All other words drained out of the world when blue met green, she felt her eyes tear up as old memories deluged themselves back into her thoughts, she once again was the first to look away.
"Alice, I do not want you having any business with that boy any longer. I am set to find you a suitor." Aunt March says, but when Alice did not respond, Amy knew all of what went through her older sister's mind.
Amy and Alice lay beneath a tree, both girl silent but finding comfort in the peace. The wind swayed through the branches creating a symphony of nature that only the two girls had a keen enough ear to listen for.
"I'm quite satisfied that Laurie agreed to come with us to the ball tonight. Aren't you?" Amy questions as she prances around the grassy field, looking to her sister who lie there in the grass, her eyes focused upon the sky.
"I do believe that he would make a wonderful suitor for you...based on the immense history shared between you both." Amy says, the brunette scoffing as she looked up. "I do not believe in suitors of any sort, the idea of getting married and forced to birth children to continue the legacy of which the man must live up to be is simply barbaric and redundant." Alice says causing Amy to grin at the girl.
"You don't believe in marriage?" Amy questions. Alice rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, emotions lying on the tip of her tongue which begged to be revealed. "I don't believe in marriage without love, that is all." She says as she begins to pick at the blades of grass, eventually dropping them all back in the dirt.
"Come to the ball tonight, you won't be sorry." Amy said delicately as she hugged her sister closely. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Alice says as she looks to her sister whose eyes held nothing but pure admiration for her older sister. "Oh, thank you!" Amy exclaims happily.
