SO IT GOES...! Benedict Bridgeton

(3) Feelings Are Complex

pink    
a colour full of love   
it shines in your eyes as you look her  
irises bright with sparkle, ones i so wish would look above

maybe at me?   
maybe you are not the one i seek 
but i still desire what you have 
a love that plays in your ears like a musique

It was the next day when Josie begrudgingly sat in the living room. She slumped down onto the sofa, evidently daydreaming as she stared at the portrait above the fireplace. A man sat down beside her, a Lord, as Susie had insisted on calling him. He was speaking at Josie, not too but at the girl's shell of boredom. 

Beatrice only heard small fractions of the two's conversations and she cringed at the parts she did. It was obvious to any man that came into the room, one by one, coming to the house to converse with Josie, to maybe even express their interest in asking for her hand, that she just did not want to be there and by the way they continued a one-sided conversation, they didn't seem to mind. 

In fact, Susanna had forced Josie into the room. Pulling her by her arm to at least sit across from one suitor. Dramatic screams left her lips as she asked Bea, who was awoken (rudely) early that morning, for help. Unfortunately, she would be crucified by both Susie and Charles if she had stepped in and in all honesty, Bea was barely awake to do anything even if she wanted to. 

"You look dead," Susie told her sister as she sat down on the chair across from her. Bea's head was resting in her palm, her eyes shut as dull words were being drilled into her brain from one Lord  Berkley. She groaned. "Beatrice we have company-" Bea dropped her hand from her face. She looked at Susie, her head resting on the table. 

"Susanna, my sleep was rudely interrupted before the sun even rose above the trees!" Bea gritted out before dropping her face against her arm. She was not angry, she was just not a morning person. Susie laughed. 

"Do you not love your dear sister?" Susie asked an amused smile on her face. Bea looked over at her. She frowned. 

"Of course-" 

"We are assisting her with finding the perfect husband," Susie explained. She lifted the lid to the sugar bowl and placed two cubes into her cup. "Whether you believe that man exists or not, she has to figure that out for herself. It is a privilege to marry. Much less an older man who is richer than us-" Susie's eyes flickered over to the man speaking with Josie. Bea looked over her shoulder. He had pulled out what looked to be a book of photos and paintings of his family and showed it to Josie. 

Bea looked back over at her sister. A smile spread across her lips. Susie poured the water into her cup and mixed it with the teaspoon. 

"Susanna," Bea laughed. Susie withheld a smile as she focused on her tea. "Are you suggesting our dear, dear, sister marry someone who is on the brink of death?" Susie's lips cracked into a smile but she quickly covered it up. 

"Beatrice, that is a rather large assumption for you to make," she spoke, gently placing her teaspoon on her saucer. Bea raised her eyebrow at her. "I am merely suggesting that she marries a man who can financially support her and her lifestyle." 

"Her lifestyle?" Bea repeated. Susie lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip. "Susi-" 

"I fear you think of me as some kind of monster," Susie interrupted. Bea's eyes widened as she straightened up in her seat. She was not expecting that.