The Becoming of Violette (Harry Styles) **MAJOR EDITING**

Chapter 4

     "Mother? Pa?" I peaked my head in the parlor by holding the door slightly open. I heard small chit chat but was interrupted by me. "Come in darling," Grandmother motioned but wasn't looking at me. The drapes that covered the window were slightly open and was letting in a slither of the moonlights glow in. Several lamps were on but there stain glass shades muted the light. The three adults sat on fancy sofas around the fireplace where most of the light in the room was coming from. They sat all on one side of the table in the middle leaving me to sit on the other side so they can see my face. 

     I walked slowly towards the sofa that awaited for me to be sat on. I grabbed my dress and pulled it to one side as I sat down. I folded my hands over my lap and looked up and stared at them for quite some time. They had a shade of tense on their face, like they didn't know what was going to happen next. My grandmother broke the silence.

     "Violette?" I turned my attention towards Grandmother. "Yes?" I answered. For whatever reason, I said it with uncertainty, wondering if coming here was a good idea. "Would you do anything for the good of your family? Give up something for your family?" My grandmother asked this in a way I have never seen her before. She looked sincere and wasn't as bold as she usually is. I raised my eyebrows and looked down at my hands, "Well... of course," I said looking back up. "Well," my mother injected, "We want you to know that anything we have you do, or do in general, is for the good for you too." My grandmother mentioned earlier that all questions were going to be answered tonight, but I felt as if more questions were flooding my mind. "I'm sorry, but what does this have to do with my gift? It's just a gift is it not? Why such an uneasy feeling?" My eyebrows were knitted together.

     "Never mind your questions," My father said putting is hand up. "This will all soon lead to the gift," he finished. Honestly, I felt scared. The way the mood was set made it uncomfortable for me. I felt like I wasn't going to like whatever this gift is. No, I know i'm not going to like what this gift is. With the questions they asked, I know i'm gong to have to sacrifice something. "You see," my mother started. She looked uncertain about what she was going to say. "This gift is an arrangement... an agreement." 

     "And its for the good of the family, even for you," Grandmother added. Pa let out a deep sigh. He looked annoyed as much as I was annoyed. Father finally let the cat out of the bag. "Look, what your mother and grandmother, and even I, are trying to say is that your grandmother has arranged something for you that your mother and I have agreed on. You see, when Grandmother was in America she met a women by the name of Vera Styles, or perhaps Lady Styles. You probably recognize the name "Styles." As it is known all around England, Our family, the Alderdices, are the wealthiest family in England disregarding the royal family. But actually, the Styles have a little but more wealth than us. Lord and Lady Styles have a son by the name of Harry. Hes around your age but a bit older. Now for the reveal," Pa said to himself but loud enough for us to hear, "When your grandmother and Lady Styles became acquainted with each others families wealth, they projected an idea. This idea was presented to Lord Styles where he approved and then brought to our attention where we also approved."

     "Well what is it? Say it already," I demanded eagerly. I was impatient with all the pestering of what my gift was and it was about time to know what it was. My father looked over at the two ladies who nodded at him where he then turned to look back at me. "We, including the Styles, have arranged a marriage between you and Harry." 

     If I had to name all the feelings i felt at that moment, I wouldn't be able to. And none of them were good feelings. I felt panic. I felt betrayal. I felt deception and so forth. It was as if I ran into something that I didn't even see coming. There's was nothing more I dreaded than marriage. It wasn't that I didn't believe in love or despised it. The problem was marriage. As soon as a girl marries a man, she is now his property. The husband is in full control of her and she must obey him. Shes like a dog on a leash. And before I knew it, tears were rushing to my eyes.