BeWitched, The Prince She Stumbled On

3 At The Tea Table

"Why both of you are not dressed yet?" Sarah came inside and looked at her daughters as they were chatting, laughing vigorously.

"I am done with both of you. Today is your auspicious day. Marial ..." And she summoned her maid. She told her to prepare Evelyn for the evening. She had to look most beautiful and when she glanced at Fiona,

"Mother, you know I hate them." Fiona, clearly signalled,

"We already have discussed and there shall be no more talking. All three of us will go."

Fiona hesitated, requested, begged.

"I will not hear any no or never, you are going their with us." Lady Sarah was serious.

"But mother, I have not fetched any dress. So precisely, I cannot go their wearing my lame dresses as you mentioned."

"Don't worry, I have managed."

She asked Marial, her maid, to bring Fiona a wonderful dress from her old trunk and when Marial brought it, was too wayward and old.

"I am not wearing this ..." She said instantly, "It's going to diminish my radiance. You know? Its like an antique piece."

"Do not complain," Her mother replied, " This dress is an relic of your father's first gift to me. Its splendor is not faded yet and look at those yellow laces, so pretty, sparkly."

"Yes very sparkly, yellowing with age now."

" I would have never want you to wear this but you left me no choice, dear. Sarah looked at the dress, blew it thrice in air, to release the dust and then simply told, "Just look it elegancy, shining so brightly even after so many years."

"Mother???" Fiona's eyes widened, "Where the hell is it shining? Are not you getting that rusty smell???"

Sarah crossed her arms and stood in resilience. Fiona had no choice in the end. She had to wear it, at least for the sake of her sister. She knew her deary sister Evelyn had really paired up with Lord Hester and she was quite getting along with him.

And,

Any error by her side might disrupt Evelyn; s relationship with Hester, so she kept aside all her issues and commotions and finally wore it. She donned that, rusty, lackluster shady gown and was all ready to go. Meanwhile Evelyn came in the hall, enhancing herself in the most shimmering attire, silky, and delicately embroidered with white laces. Sarah looked at her with teary eyes, "You are looking so beautiful, my dear." She spoke.

"That it. I knew it., I am really adopted. You never said this when I am actually wearing one of the gowns of your mother."

And three of them laughed in tears.

"Footman, are at the doors, my lady." Marial informed them.

The carriage arrived. Lady Sarah along with her two loving daughters reached at the mansion of Lady Finsbury Marston. They were welcomed with great smiles and embrace until Finsbury's eyes reached for the youngest daughter, 'The poison apple of her eyes'

"What on earth you manage to pair up with Hester? Wasn't you aware of my equations with his mother?" She asked Evelyn after her greetings with Finsbury appeared elaborately odd.

"You know? Hester approached me and his genuine courtship awed me."

"Sister, you should have at least spared a thought about me before going further."

"Just be calm and put a forgiving smile. I believe she will like you." Evelyn's assurance was not enough to calm down her nerves.

Fiona and Lady Marston had a past commotion on a very trivial matter. It happened a year ago when on a very similar note of finding pair. That was a whole civil drama, a striking riot when Finsbury daughter Barbara fell in love with a Marques named Ralph. It was just flickering attraction until Ralph met Miss Fiona Pembroke.