Her room was a mess, well, it always was but worst than a pig sty. Her bed was mounted higher than the rest of the room, above two steps and laying under the glass window.
Her closet was petit and packet neatly with colors, mainly blues. She had three, red lead ropes hanging on the wall by the door, a beige love seat hiding in the corner and occupied itself with a skinny lamp. The paint less walls stood calmly and glamored in a way similar to a log cabin.
If anything, her room looks like the attic. In another perspective, it actually was an attic. But Liz didn't really mined, she loved her room anyhow. But with piles of clothes fanned out all over her room, she was having a hard time picking out her outfit.
"Liz? You almost finished? We're ready whenever you..." Mrs Locket was silenced by a blue blouse thrown in her face. The woman pulled the clothes off her face and glared at Liz.
"I still have nothing to wear!" She complained. She turned around and looked through the clothes on the floor; like she was searching for a needle in a hay stack.
"How about this? The blue really makes your eyes pop and you normally wear it to formal gatherings." Mrs Locket said, standing by Elizabeth's bed. She held up a dark blue dress - that matched her eye color - and a ribbon bow tied around the waist and the bottom flowed outwards.
"Hmm," Liz thought about it. "Well, I'm running out of time. Might as well."
Elizabeth slipped the dress on her tiny figure. It fit perfectly on her; the straps held onto her shoulders, the bow was tightened around her waist, and the end of the dress reached just in the middle of her shin.
Elizabeth flew down the stairs and swung the front door open, she hurriedly put her nice light brown boots on and turned around.
"Be careful! I want you home by five." Mr Locket demanded, he wrapped his arm around his wife and stood by the doorway. Liz smiled brightly, nodded, and bolted towards the barn.
Elizabeth was halfway to the barn when she gave up and flew the rest of the way. The barn doors was flung open and she looked for Glace. Then she realized, she sent Glace out to the field. She slapped her forehead and planted her feet to the ground.
"Bloody hell." She cursed. She turn to look around the corner of the barn and she saw Glace hanging around the gate. She flew over to him and sighed in relief. He wasn't dirty.
She pulled Glace into the barn, hooked him up, and she brushed him off hurriedly. She threw the red blanket pad on then the black English saddle. She tightened the girth and she finally slipped on the black brittle.
She climbed up in the saddle and trotted out the doors. She waved to Mr and Mrs Locket that stood on the porch and they waved back. Then she was off.
She felt uncomfortable the whole way there. Elizabeth wiggled in the saddle, moving so she could be in a side saddle position. Glace felt her nervousness and acted up. "Easy boy. Sorry." Elizabeth patted his neck, she pulled her hand away to scan at it; clean.
She relaxed the rest of the way to the Jones house. The stony path crunched under Glace's weight and the birds' song flowed in her eardrums.
'You'll past three large dogwoods and the Jones house should be on the left, resting on top of a slight hill.'
That's what Mrs Locket said. Elizabeth recapped the information in her head over and over again. Indeed, when she spotted three large dogwoods; large, a beautiful light green leafs and white flowers, and light bark. She then focused in on the house that laid on the slope.
It was an elegant light cream color and outlined in dark brown. The stone path lead up to the door and off to right, Elizabeth noticed a brown barn. Shrubs and vines occupied themselves on either side of the stone path, indigo flowers popped up in random spots in the garden.
"Elizabeth! Hello dear! Come in, Scott will tend to your horse." Candice announced proudly by the cracked open door.
Elizabeth slid down the saddle and patted Glace's neck. "Here we go boy, wish me luck. And don't even think about eating their grain." Liz scolded. Glace snorted and shook his mane.
Liz walked up the stone path and flattened her dress. She looked over her shoulder to see Scott leading her horse to the barn. She felt a nervous pinch in her gut. A tsunami type wave of anxiety hit her in the face.
Elizabeth walked through the door and scanned her surroundings carefully; all wooden furniture and glass chandeliers. Blue, indigo, and navy blue carpets covered almost every visible flooring. The house smelled like dogwood and cinnamon.
'I'm liking what I'm seeing. At least they have my favorite color, blue. But I still have this feeling. What is it?!'
"Would you like some tea, dear?" Phillip asked softly. Liz nodded and thanked him. She sat down on their comfy couch with her hands stuck in her lap.
"Here." Phillip handed her a tiny white tea cup and Liz gladly took it, thanking him again. Candice and her two sons filled in the living room just in time.
"May I ask you something?"
"Of course." Candice waved her hand to continue.
"What is your line of work?" Liz asked curiously.
Candice giggled and she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well, I'm a reporter and a journalist."
Elizabeth froze, the tea cup glued to her lips. Now she started to panic. Her muscles shivered and twitched under her dress.
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