A Secret Vow

1 Getting Ready For Edmund

Running down a muddy trail, I was determined to find that familiar broken wagon, that gave me an okay, that I was almost home. As my abused shoes faced many beauties of the forest, my dress was being torn by the incoming trees and whatever I was storming through. Finally reaching the wagon, I looked up and saw passed the trees the roof of my house.

Feeling a bit more relieved, I pick up my pace and hear the head maid yell " MISS LILIUM O FOR HEAVEN SAKE WHERE ARE YOU?! THE LEIGHTON'S WILL BE HERE ANY MOMENT! ".

The moment I reached the end of the forest, I ran passed the garden and into the mansion. Trying to escape up the stairs, my father and mother stop me at the top. Already dressed in the most expensive clothing they own, they lecture be about being late and doing "idiotic play" outside.

"Lilium...you are already 20 years old, please, grow up would you?" said by my mother in the most softest way possible. You see, my mother has always been strict with me, but she tries to do it with a more gentle tone. But her anger usually takes over.  Nodding my head and apologizing, by father added a few more insults about my "idiotic play" and called Mrs.Amber, my personal maid, to bring me to my bathroom to get quickly washed.

My clothes were automatically stripped off me and I dipped myself into the tube.

As I washed myself, Mrs.Amber helped me wash my hair. As I got in between my toes and listened to the head maid call my name, I looked up at Mrs.Amber and hoped for her reassuring smile. Which she gave me. Once I finished my bath, I got out of the tube and touched the shiny floor. I faced my body toward the mirror and watched as Mrs.Amber dried my body. I stared at all the parts of my body that I loved, my white arms and legs, my feet, and my ashy blonde hair. I then stared at the parts I wished were never there. Do not get me wrong, I appreciate my body , since it is in a healthy shape. I am just annoyed at the things I can not seem to fix.

I hate that feeling.

As I picked the skin off my left arm, the head maid stormed into the bathroom and told me to get dressed immediately. Annoyed, I told her " Mrs.Chapman I'm going! I'm going! ". She grabbed my arm, thinking I would escape from her, and brought me to the changing room.

I was dressed in a silky material. I really like this dress in particular, since it covered my insecure spots.

"I heard from another maid Mr. Leighton loves white, so you will be dressed in white!" said Mrs. Chapman.

Mrs.Chapman was always the angry and worrisome maid. Running around the rooms making sure everything was neat and tidy for my parents, and yelling at the cooks whenever the food didn't look elegant enough. As she quickly finished brushing my hair, she told me to apply more makeup. As I covered my pimples, I realized it made me look stupid. " Mr.Leighton is going to see my pimples anyway through this makeup Mrs.Chapman, I don't need it ". Trying to control her angry, she let out a quiet "as you wish". She then placed my white flats onto my feet and touched up my outfit.

As I stared into my complexion, from the corner of my eye I saw Mrs.Chapman finally leave. I let out a big sigh of relief and closed my eyes. I heard the echoes of the bells ring and my father yelling "get all the maids and butlers into position, the Leighton's have arrived!". I slowly opened my eyes. Staring at the white ceiling. I lifted my right arm and started to pick my skin.