The Socialite [Completed]

The Socialite [3] Scars

Ten years later

April 1941

Chapter Three

Scars

The memories faded with the passing of time. Nora continued with her life after that last summer at Lake Wylie.

The days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and then turned into years. The seasons changed, Summer to Fall, Fall to Winter, Winter to Spring and so on. The sun blistered, the leaves fell, the snow dusted every surface and the flowers bloomed. It was a cycle and before she new it ten years had pasted.

She went about her daily business, playing her role in society, the upper class citizen that she was.

She went to school, came home, studied, ate, drank and slept. The only enjoyment she found was at her ballet classes, which she attended four times a week. She was in the senior ballet class and the top student.

She was in her final year at Columbia high school, which resumed in a week, after spring break, in a few months she would graduate then go off to college which wasn't something that she wanted to do.

Jacks house was sold within a month and the new people moved into it a week later. Even though they had children the same age as Nora, she was the least bit interested in getting to know them. Her parents had made friends with the new neighbors quickly and they filled the Finn's place in the social circle at all the bridge games and parties, which Nora detested.

Nora was lounging in the sitting room, reading 'Mansfield Park' a Jane Austen favorite of hers.

The light breeze coming in through the window fluttered the pages of her book, Ethel appeared around the corner, leaning against the wall watching her daughter read peacefully, it made her smile. Nora noticed her mother's presence in the room; she closed her book, noticing the page number, resting it on her lap she looked up to her mother.

"Nora honey, Mary-Ellen is away for the week, and where having friends over for dinner tonight..." Nora detected a flash of anger that crossed her mothers otherwise plain expression.

Ethel hadn't changed much over the years, her skin was still pale, her face still thin her and eyes were still the same brilliant green, her hair however had changed from a rich ginger to a dull brown.

"So I was wondering if you could go into town and pick up a few things for me." There was a slight sense of pleading in her voice, Nora let a small giggle slip between her lips.

"Something funny?" Ethel demanded her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a hard line.

Nora shook her head, with a smirk "Mom, you're cooking for these people?" she pressed, fighting back more laughter.

Nora couldn't help seeing the funny side of this as she had never seen her mother cook and assumed she didn't know how.

"Well no, I'm not cooking for these people, if that is what you are trying to hide your laughter about. Mr. March, has lent us Oscar for the night, he is going cook for us. But he's arriving at five o'clock, so I would like to get the things for him so he doesn't have to do it. Will you go?" She asked. Nora recognized nervousness in her mother's voice "Please" she begged her brows separated, and her lips smoothed out.

"Who's coming over?" Nora asked out of pure interest, thinking about whose boring stories she would have to listen to all night. Ethel breathed in then said on a heavy exhale "The new principal of your high school, they found someone shortly after Ms. Worgan left. He's just arrived in town with his family" Nora was blissfully happy the day Gillian Worgan left Columbia high school, she was never a nice lady and nobody liked her.