The Hawaiian Princess

Chapter 2-Secret Sessions

Edmund

The door to the Smith estate opened and a woman who appeared to be in her mid-40's greeted me warmly. "Welcome Mr James, please come in," stepping to the side as she allowed room for me to enter the hallway. She helped me take my coat off and lead the way to the parlour, "Miss Smith is out at the moment but if you can wait here for a few minutes, she'll be right with you." She left the room and I was left in the empty parlour. After about five minutes and still no Jessica Smith there is this sweet but faint sound in the air. I quietly got up, looked out the door to see if anyone was coming and when the coast was clear, I left to find that sweet sound. This sweet noise had taken me on a journey and as I got closer I found that it was a voice, someone was singing.

I had been following the voice for at least five minutes when at last I had found it. It was coming from behind a door that I suspected to be a bedroom. They were singing to songs from Annie, The Sound of Music and a few other musicals. The time went by and the voice kept singing as if nothing else mattered. I had eventually given up trying to figure out who they could be as I knew it couldn't be Jessica Smith as she was out and she had no sisters, though I did settle and decide that this person must be a guest and I should meet them in time, probably at supper.

After I had been listening for a while the voice abruptly stopped, I heard a few noises from the room as if she were hurrying to put something away and then it was silent. I strained to listen to her voice but it was gone, that sweet voice was gone. "Mr James," a voice called out. It was the same woman who greeted me at the door. "Yes?" I replied.

"We've been looking all over for you; we thought you had left,"

"Ah yes, sorry for the mix-up. I hope you didn't me mind looking around," I say with an apologetic smile on my face. "Actually, could you tell me who is residing in this room?"

"That is Miss Smith's room. Why?" She says with a confused look and inside I mirror the same look.

"No reason, just don't worry about it." I say. Something was up, who was in Jessica's room while she was out and why were they?

"Miss Smith is in the parlour waiting for you now," the woman carries on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Right then, we should go meet her," I reply to her and we head off to the parlour. "I didn't happen to catch you name,"

"Oh how silly of me! I am so sorry Mr James, my name is Hillary."

"Well then Hillary," I pause and face her, "Thank you for all your help."

"It was my pleasure," Hillary replied.

She left me at the parlour door and I entered to meet the tall, slim and dark haired woman who was none other than Jessica Smith.