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

Chapter 6

     The sun shone radiantly that day. It was as if everything was a new beginning. In some way it was but the people didn't know. Flowers bloomed and not a weeping willow was in site. Willows always enticed her but she never knew why. They have such a melancholy look to them but she was never one to be blue. 

     Her smile illuminated the room no matter what was going on. Many men were attracted to her but little did she know because the fields in the country were on her mind. The countryside was always her favorite place to be. The Cornish wild flowers were everywhere. The colors of the flowers were lambent and she picked the buds for their colors. Further along the field she would find the willow. When she touched the willows decrepit trunk and she imagined such things. Images raced her mind of the things that could possibly happen under the tree. From fright to amity, she beamed at the images.

     But now she sees why the willow weeps. She no longer sees or feels merriment under the tree. She understands the tree emblem which was nothing more than misery. She now knows why she found the tree luring because it represented what her life will become one day

     Violette was naive when it came to love. She didn't even know where to begin. She was never one to dream of falling in love but she did wish one day she would find it. She did know how to be flirtatious but she rarely used it. But now she feels that every part of her is being crushed. Shes at a new point of her life where she doesn't know where to begin. Every door she opened screamed with heartache so she locked them all and threw the keys elsewhere. This is where Violette is right now. A place in her mind where she is surrounded with doors in a somber room. There's no fields of the countryside here. Its just her and nothing.

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    "Look Violette! Your mother has asked me to give this to you a while back but I think now is the perfect time!" Pimble came out holding a nicely done box. I showed no emotion on my face, I didn't have the patience too. It was only last night when I found out I am to be married to Harry Styles. Whoever the hell he is. 

     A sharp pain stung me inside. I just said hell. I was brought up to be very proper and lady-like so I was never to utter words like that. When I was little Grandmother hired a lady from France, her name was Madame Bonnet. She taught me everything. From sitting to talking like a lady. She told me everything of being a lady herself. Even the scandals.

     "Violette!" I looked up to see an anxious Pimble. She extended her arms out holding the box. I gently grabbed the box from her hands and put it down in my lap. It was a cream box with a deep red satin ribbon tied around it. I ran my finger over the ribbon and felt its fine touch. My eye caught a small little tag attached to the box. I turned it over to read: "Glover Robeset Manteaux: Louisville, K.Y." It was a Madame Annie Glover dress. Her designs were very chic and I adored the dresses I have of hers. 

     "Well go on, open it." I pulled one of the ends of the satin ribbon. I put the ribbon aside where now it was just me and the box. I lifted the lid to find a sheer lilac top with white undergarment that goes down to the wrist. "Oh," I said to myself as I ran my hand down the sheer fabric. Pimble had been watching me very closely this whole time and noticed what I said about about the dress.  

     "You don't like it?" She asked worrisome. I looked up to her to see her disappointed. "No, no... I find it beautiful," I looked back down at the dress, "You know, I'm just not myself lately," 

     "Oh good, why don't you take the dress out the box to see its whole beauty." And I did. I unfolded it to see the skirt of the dress, it was a golden shade. The lilac and gold clashed sublimely. I smiled at the dress. It was an awe to look at. "Why don't you go put it on? Huh? I think it will make you feel better." I held the dress out before me and stared at. "Very well," I said smiling at Pimble.