Red Rose

~{4}~ Being a lady sucks

~{4}~ Being a lady sucks

"Ouch!" I complained and my mother scowled at me, pulling the strings even tighter on the corset.

"Breath in dear!" She ordered and I'm trying I really am.

"It's too tight."

"Exactly." Ugh! I cried out in pain again feeling like I might collapse any second. I can't be believe it. My father woke up and went straight to work without me, and now mother is dressing me up. But it more feels like she's trying to make all the food in my stomach come out from both ends and my lungs are suffocating. "Hold still!" I am! I haven't even told papa about Betty yet and what happened last night. He's going to be so disappointed and heartbroken.

"Ow!" I squealed silently holding the bed post tightly. She is trying to kill me.

"There we go. Now the dress." She said. I don't understand how she could afford these new gowns she bought for me. I mean I'm not complaining they're beautiful but look so expensive. My mother chose a royal blue gown, long sleeves and at the bottom has a light blue floral pattern. She forced me into it like she forced the corset and stood back admiring her work. "We need jewellery. I'll remember to get something next time." I sighed feeling the corset constricting me.

"Mother how...?"

"Don't question me. Come on I have other things to show you."

"There's more!" I exclaimed and she looked at me sternly. So I shut up and followed her out, struggling to move freely. I feel caged, how do the rich women live like this everyday? I stared at the dining table and saw piles of new books. I picked up one and lifted it up to my nose, I've always loved the smell of books. It just kind of brings a sense of peace. A good book is often all you need to keep you entertained. "Don't smell the books Rose." My mother scowled but I chose to ignore her and open the book. I was taught to read at a young age, by my father however. The title is the meaning of flowers and so I curiously searched for the meaning of roses:

Rose

Pink ~ friendship

Red ~ passionate love

Red & white ~ unity

White ~ purity

Yellow ~ zealous

Passionate love... I beamed at that. Love? The red rose means love and Wolfgang has given me three. In three days, I found the other one this morning next to my pillow. I wish I could remember how it got there. I awoke and found myself in someone else's shirt, which I keep under my pillow and the rose was just there. Also I had my arm bandaged up, close to the shoulder. He's a wolf monster, but he's saved me so many times it's hard to think that he's a beast. The beast is real but there's more than one, him and that sick headed guy. I can believe demon boy killed those three villagers but Wolfgang, I refuse to. I turned the pages again to look for the tulip meanings:

Tulip

Pink ~ caring

Purple ~ royalty

Red ~ declaration of love

White ~ forgiveness

Yellow ~ hopelessly in love

Violet ~ faithfulness

They are my favourite flowers after all. It would be nice if he gave me a red tulip, or at least a yellow one. I giggled silently picturing him giving me a yellow tulip, then my mother stole the book out of my hands looking at the pages then eyed me suspiciously. She grunted and dumped the book on the table carelessly. I am so tempted to scowl at her but again kept quiet, she's willing to strangle my body with a corset who knows what else she's capable of.