"Don't Judge Me. You'll Get It Wrong."

Chapter 1: Poor little rich girl

 “Oh, look Samire, there’s that sea green and violet dress!” Meredith exclaimed.

 Meredith stood staring at the dress of her dreams. Standing in the shop window, she saw the turquoise hue, with purple lace and the silver intricate designs covering the dress. It had beautiful blue seams covering the hems of the dress. Her head turned up, it had a gold neckline, however it was immodestly low but Meredith was sure contrary to her mothers opinion it would look great on her.

 She sighed heavily, frowning at her mother’s disapproval.

 “M’lady, are you feeling alright?” asked Samire, with a concerned expression on her face.

 Meredith looked up to see her maid, who was only one year older than her. She was quite short with long black locks flowing down to her shoulders. Samire’s eyes were a light shade of honey and grey.  Her complexion was a pretty mahogany colour that complimented her dark red lips. She had a petite body, and as Meredith had often thought she was beautiful. Too beautiful to be a mere maid.

 Meredith just smiled at her very dear friend.

 “I am well, it’s just that...” she gave a suffering sigh, “never mind.”

 She saw Samire’s expression puzzled, but then as a good maid she let her eyes fall to the ground, respectively. Meredith sighed silently inside.

 No one ever understands me or my needs.

 Even though, Samire and Meredith were dear friends, she couldn’t help wonder they were too different for each others companionship. Her maid was a peasant and she was from a higher class, sighed Meredith reluctantly.

  We might as well be from different worlds.

 It was true. Samire’s needs were different to hers. Nobody really understands why I just have to get this dress contemplated Meredith, feeling slightly disheartened.

 They walked on the cobble roads towards the market stalls, as Samire was picking up a few errands for Meredith’s mother, Lady Van De Valanche.

 “Come m’lady, your mothers request was to go to the market to pick up a few necessities for tonight’s dinner” explained Samire.

 She looked down on her lady and dear friend Meredith. She was tall and has a small frame. Her eyes were teal and a soft warm brown. Her dark curly brown her was made into a fine bun, decorated with silver jewels sparkling in the sun. Her skin tone was pasty and pale which flattered her thin pink lips. She was only the tender age of eighteen. Meredith was wearing a long loose pale pink dress with embodied red roses covering it. Samire ran hurriedly towards the vegetables for tonights supper.

 Boring, thought Meredith. Her eyes wandered around, trying to find something the slightest bit interesting. She gracefully swirled around, to find Samire, but she was nowhere in sight.

 Maybe she’s gone through that back road.

 She remembered the tales her mother and dear debutantes would tell her of the disgraceful and shameless things that would take place there. She shuddered, even considering going through the back road. Her eyes were full with anxiety, as nightfall was beginning to approach and her maid was not to be seen.

 Meredith started walking up the cobbled road, but the clip clop of her shoes made her wary of her surroundings and the elongated shadows in front of her.

 Oh, thank the Lord who art in heaven!

 Her eyes met the back of short lady with long brown curls up to her shoulder, wearing a loose white flannel dress covering her body. It had to be Samire! exclaimed Meredith inside, leaping for joy. She elegantly ran over, holding her dress up slightly so she wouldn’t fall. In her heart she knew this wasn’t very ladylike, but she didn’t care, she had found Samire! She placed her poised and pink gloved hand on the figures shoulder.