The Hawaiian Princess

Chapter 13-Why Him Love?

Anela

I sighed, again. I must have sighed at least twenty times in the last 5 minutes and it was all because of Edmund James. Why did he have to take notice of me, why was he able to talk to me with his eye, why did he have to be the one I had to fall in love with? I just couldn't bear it; I always knew that I would be very lucky if I ever experienced love again. Why did my one chance of a lifetime have to be with a guy that is practically engaged to a drop-dead gorgeous model? "Anela!" the voice breaks through my contemplation, Edmund James. I try to look away hoping that he wouldn't come over and talk, please, please go away; too late, he is already making his way over here.

"Hey, how are you?" he says once he reaches me.

"Fine," I say trying to find an excuse and get away before I say something stupid.

"It's been awhile since I've seen you," that's because I've been trying to avoid you.

"Yeah, well, I've been pretty busy lately," ok that wasn't the whole truth but he doesn't need to know that.

"Oh," he says sounding a little disappointed, "Well I guess that means that we won't be able to go out and talk again anytime soon."

"I guess it does," I say mixed with emotions. After a short pause I continue with my previous occupation and leave Edmund James, again. I sigh for the twenty-first time and look back to see a disappointed and upset Edmund James. My heart tugs and pull but I continue walking. It's for the best; I say this with every step I take as I bite my tongue.

When I have finished my round and am back into the servants' quarters I collapse onto my bed with a sigh.

"Are you okay?" I jump at the sound of Edmund James presence. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

"Uh, what are you doing here?" I say stumbling for words.

"Well, I saw that you were finished and thought that maybe we could talk now."

"Uh, well, uh," I say looking around, "I can't at the moment."

"But I thought you were finished." Edmund James said with a frown.

"Ah, well I promised Marie I would help her with something after I finished with my rounds." I say playing with my uniform.

"Oh, I guess so, well, I hope we can talk soon." My heart jumps and skips a beat as he says the last sentence. No, I must be strong, this is for the best. When I don't respond, he sighs and reluctantly leaves. Again, I sigh, seeing him like that made my heart ache. It's for the best, it's for the best; I close my eye and repeatedly chant this in my head. Why couldn't love be simple, like it was with Mum?