"JANE! GET DOWN HERE!"
"why must she yell?" i mutter under my breathe as i hop down the oak wood stairs to greet my mother.
"Oh Jane! Why must you make me holler for you constantly?"i replied with silence i didn't really think she deserved an answer..."Oh Jane dear, please tell me you are not wearing that dress......" she says squeezing her eyes shut and balling her fists next to her side with frustration.i looked down at my faded blue dress that had a small tear running down the side. "Why do you do this to me why? i had only one favor to ask of you and that was to wear a decent dress. I even set out a perfectly good dress on your door handle!" I lowered my eyes to the ground regretting my decision to disobey my mother.
"You are unbelievable. Do you really think Mr. Robinson is going to appreciate you looking as though you don't even care enough to dress nicely?"
"I don't know...." i muttered still keeping my eyes on the buttons on my shoes.She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, " i am going to give precisely ten minutes to go get the dress that i left out on.Do you understand?" I promptly nodded my head and started to run back up the stairs.
I kept on mentally smacking myself for not just accepting my mothers wishes. She desperately wanted me to find a husband. She was constantly on the hunt for " decent suitors" all through town and five other towns down which way and that. "The older you get, the harder it is to find a decent husband my dear. And at fourteen you cant afford to loose any more time." she always said. And i eventually just kind of got used to the fact that my mother "wants me to be happy" by getting me "the perfect husband". But even if this so called perfect guy isn't what i would consider the perfect guy it would make my mother happy. So i go to all these parties and meet all these (gross but rich (which apparently is all that matters..) men to make my mother proud. And who knows, maybe ill meet a perfect guy that my mother approves of.
After climbing up to the last step of the stairs, i swing around the corner and come right to my closed door. I turn the brass knob and see the bright pick lacy dress that my mother had picked out laying on my huge canopy bed. I let out a sigh and walk over to my bed closing the door behind me.
My whole room was mostly based off the color magenta and silver and all my furniture was oak. I'm not exactly sure why my mother insists that my father orders everything in oak because its much more expensive than anything else but she does and my father doesn't dare argue with her about it.
I started to tug at my favorite blue dress trying to get it off without having to take off my necklace and having to redo my hair. It took awhile, but i did get it off....all three layers of it....I picked up the pink one and pulled that one over my head and over my under dress. The buttons wouldn't clasp quite right the first few times so i had to keep on re buttoning them. i only had to slightly fix the light blue ribbon that dangled from my even black hair but i still walked over to the mirror that was above my oak dresser just to make sure that it was straight. And i silently hoped that my mom wouldn't mind me having a different colored ribbon in my hair than my dress.
I was really starting to get nervous about how long i was taking to get changed. I wish it was lady-like to carry around a pocket watch. Then id always be able to know what time it is or how long i was taking. After i knotted up the tie in the back of the dress i opened the my bedroom door and ran out reaching for the stair railing to help pull me down the stairs faster.
I was only about half way down the stairs before i could here my mothers black shoe tapping the hard floors impatiently. uh oh...so i must have been a little longer than ten minutes. Great...i rounded the last bit of stairs and looked right in my mothers eyes and said, "I'm sorry mother i didn't mean to take so long i had trouble buttoning the dress." She nodded tightly and said nothing more but i could still clearly see that she was still not very happy about it. I knew standing up straight and apologizing to her face like a proper lady was the way to get her to just let it go.
She stuck her nose up in the air and turned on her heel. "Come along Jane. We cant afford to waste any more time with your nonsense."
"Yes mother i apologize" i reply politely as i started to follow her towards the big double doors that had a grand carriage waiting on the other side.
