Dandelions

Unexpected Reunion

I sat in the drawing room, the morning light filtering through the lace curtains. I had completed my morning routine and successfully etiquette classes of today. I hate those classes. Most of them just degrade women into only cooking and sewing.

I've always wanted to join the country's fencing troop but as a woman it is frowned upon in our society.

And Maid Celestine ordered the other miads to throw away every trouser I had, even the ones I managed to sneak away.

And to top it all off, Father arranged another suitor to visit me today. He barely let me recover from the annoying suitors I met just 3 weeks ago and he's already auctioning me off like some diamond necklace.

A lot of suitors I've met are really horrible. Haven't heard of personal space, too conceited, sweaty, you name it. The last suitor had to pay the price of allnthe torment I've gone through, he was a duke of some far away land and he kept spitting on my face as he talked, so I sent my chihuahuas to chase him away. He had to have stitches on his butt, hands and head.

My dad gave the Chihuahuas away. 

But I wasn't going to back down from a fight. I do not intend to marry now, especially not to someone I know nothing about. Which means I had minimal enthusiasm for the suitor who was set to visit today. Father did not tell me who was to come, he only said that he was a well refined young man with a high status.

Ofcourse, my father always looks for the young men with high status. How vexing.

I always wondered what he would do if I walk into the estate proclaiming my love for a breadseller. He will surely have a heart attack. As I sipped my tea, my thoughts turned to the events of the previous day.

“Can you believe the rubbish Father said yesterday, Margaret?” I mused, twirling a lock of my auburn hair. “He expects me to act like some delicate flower for another pompous suitor.”

Margaret was my personal maid, she was always willing to listen to me and she had such a heart of gold and we grew up together. She was the opposite of me, calm, collected and poise, while I was loud, chaotic and displaced. At least that's what my father says.

Margaret, busy adjusting the flowers on the mantle, smiled sympathetically. “He means well, my lady. He just wants the best for you.”

I roll my eyes. “The best for me? Or the best for our family’s reputation?”

"He wants the best for you and the best for the household" Margeret replied, being satisfied with her work, she started fluffing the pillows of the sofas.

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. The coachman appeared at the doorway, bowing slightly. “My lady, the suitor has arrived.”

My eyes lit up with mischief. “Perfect timing. Margaret, sit back and watch.”

It's time. After this stunt, there is no way he would want to step foot in the estate again.

Margaret’s eyes widened with apprehension as I positioned my on the sofa, looking perfectly innocent. Moments later, the suitor stepped into the room. Just as he did, two buckets of milk, cleverly attached to the door, tipped over and splashed down, drenching him from head to toe.

The room fell silent. The suitor stood frozen, milk dripping from his finely tailored jacket. I couldn’t help myself— I burst into laughter. The maids gasped, and the other servants rushed to help the soaked gentleman.

Adelaide:1
Suitor:0

He looked way too funny, amd I was happy my plan pulled through and no one suspected the buckets up waiting for the suitor. The coachman opened the door but it did not fall down, if not that would've been disastrous.