My eyes held confusion when my father said "Kendrick". I've never heard of a Kendrick around here so I asked the question that was stuck in my mind.
"Who's Kendrick?"
My fathers eyes widened in surprise. "Kendrick Roberts! He's from London!", my father exclaimed.
My eyes widened in realization. Kendrick Roberts, a highly respected man with a lot of money on his hands. He always wears the fanciest clothes on the market, and always has the hearts of women his age. He was at least 20 years old.
"He is our guest? Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" I hastily ran around the house just to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. The dishes had to be clean and our attire must be spot on. Basically everything had to be perfect for my dad, he has been waiting for this promotion for a very long time. He began to help me get the house ready guest so it had to be perfect.
"Emma, you go and dress nicely, I can handle this myself."
"Are you sure? I want to help you get this place as clean as possible."
"I'm sure you go and get ready."
I nodded my head and ran up to my room. Since I lived in a vineyard, I didn't have many dresses, but I found one that fit me completely. The dress was red satin with black lace along the sleeves and the bottom. It also had a couple bows at the bottom just to complete its look. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. I quickly brushed it all out then proceeded to put my hair in a bun. My chocolate brown locks were tied up around my head and placed neatly to the side. My face was almost clean except for a few red spots around my nose. I placed blush on the apples of my cheeks and looked in the mirror in front of me. The dress complimented my green eyes and my brown hair. It fit me perfectly, however I felt like I was missing something. Then it clicked: shoes.
I ran towards my wardrobe and found a pair of small, black leather boots with a small bow at the toe.
I took one more glance at the mirror and began to walk down the long stairway as I heard the door bell ring. My mind was running in a haste as I rushed my way down the steps, nearly tripping on my dress. The door creaked open slowly and the unfamiliar voices filled the silent room.
"Is this the Robin residence?"
"Yes, sir. Please come in and have a seat."
Footsteps were heard in the hallway while I continued to make my way down the stairs. Silence was cut off when a creak was heard on the first floor. My father and an unfamiliar face turned around to me.
"Mr.Robin, who might this be?"
"That young lady, Sir Kendrick, is my daughter, Emma Robin."
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The Vintner's Daughter
Historical FictionEmily is a young woman with a dream of following her fathers footsteps. However, her dreams come to an end when she finds news that her beloved father has been found dead in an alley. She tried to discover clues in order to figure out the question:...
