The Becoming of Violette (Harry Styles) **MAJOR EDITING**

Chapter 1

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       It was windy that day.  The road had finally entered a cobble pavement where it felt more smooth. It was scattered with blown and rustling leaves.

      An elder woman sat in the back of the auto. The curtains had been pulled across the windows but she would occasionally peak through. Although it was summer, she had herself wrapped in furs to keep warm. 

     Lady Edith Alderdice had been unintentionally traveling a lot that day. She drove to the country only to be told that her son had taken a house in London and has been living there for quite some time. She was quite shocked to find that her son didn't write to tell her while she was in the United States. 

     Lady Edith had always dreaded the city and preferred to be kept tucked in the country. On the contrary, her late husband was from London and was a Member of Parliament.

     She peaked out her window once more to see that she had entered the heart of London and exhaled. Lady Edith shamed her son for picking a home where there was nothing but noise. She was never accustomed to noise, yet a few of her grandchildren were some of the most boisterous children she had known.

     The auto stopped and swayed. The door of the auto swung open where the driver helped Lady Edith out. She left the auto when light rain began to fall. She looked up at the pale sky and saw the sprinkled about clouds. She then looked about her and sniffed. She gazed at the mansion before her and was ironically impressed with her son's choice.

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     "Violette!"

     She turned in her bed to see the drapes of her windows being pulled by a plump woman. A muted ray of light entered her room. Another maid walked in and immediately noticed the faint sky, "looks like we got ourselves another day of rain."

     Her weary eyes fixated on the on subtle grey sky, "I don't think I will ever be acquainted with waking up to the sight of buildings outside my window," Violette confessed softly. 

     The plump maid from before looked out the window herself and pondered, "Well you have lived in the country since you were a little babe." 

     It has only been a month and a half since the Alderdices left Pascoe House and came to the mansion in London. Violette had heard some gossip that they left Pascoe because Lord Alderdice, her father, couldn't afford it anymore, which wasn't true. They simply left because they wanted a change from the countryside and decided to come to London. Lord Alderdice still owned Pascoe House.

     Violette turned her head from the window to find her maid, Anne, holding out a negligee for her. She lowered her eyes and pricked the side of her lip. "I wish someday to have breakfast in bed."

     She stood up from the bed and pulled her hair to the side as Anne slid the negligee through her arms and onto her shoulders. 

     "That, my darling, can't happen unless you are married," the plump maid, Pimble, said.

     A coldness washed over Violette. She was never fond of the thought of marriage. She thought of marriage like a dog on a leash.  "Oh don't remind me of marriage," she said knowing that she was at a suitable age for marriage.  

     Pimble cooed at Violette's comment, "It be wrong for a face like yours to be wasted, someday you shall find yourself a suitor who would be the perfect husband."

     "I think I'd rather become an old maid," Violette smirked washing her face where her wash pitcher was. 

      "Oh my dear," Anne smiled at her holding a skirt, "have you never thought of being in love with a man?"