Going back home in her province, she felt miserable. Why does she need to get back home now? She's been living the life for a year in the city, she studied hard to get the luxury in picking one of the best schools.
Her father didn't approved, he didn't want his daughter to be living alone in the city with no proper supervision. Her relatives quoting city girls to opening up themselves to more than opportunities. Vulgar simpletons, that kind of primitive mindset is what holds back this mountain province from true progress. People here lack ambition, even faith. OK! so she needs more than her will. It's nothing but fantasy, they told her for a girl to dream big. She knew that her wit and confidence will not land her to the pedestal of greatness, of course she needs a man with a title. Only a fool would say she doesn't need help in achieving greatness, but of course she learned to play more careful or she'll end a bigger fool. Never underestimate a man, as he should with she.
"Oh Annabelle! You need to get more of those beauty cream!" she looks at her complexion, her skin is a little dry. It's the horrid weather in the province! It's making her pampered skin look dreadful.
Her beauty is her pride. She is fortunate to inherit her mother graceful looks, thin face, small nose and pink lips. Denise's daughters were the fairest in the province. Annabelle always made sure to make her skin soft like a baby's, her nails perfect. Girls may not know this, but men looks at your hands and feet, the face and ass may make the first the impression, but a well trimmed nail makes as much of a big impression. The difference between a pretty girl and a clean girl, is that beauty is exhausted with time, but a clean girl looks just as pretty when you first saw her. You don't have to be smart to know the common essentials. But alas, only a few are privileged to be master of self discipline and she is still working on it. She cleans off the dirt off her nail. Relaxing. Keeping a good posture in a bumpy road can be a tiring. Even King's need rest so does she.
She hates the stench of manure in the air, the cow grazing ruins the beauty of spring. And the incoming storm in early spring is making it even more gloomy. Annabelle sighs, she can only pray for a good hot bath when she reaches home. Hopefully Maribelle had that covered, her eldest sister is the unfortunate soul whose ambition is cut short with her tryst with John. The short fancy resulted into marriage, what a waste Marie was the brightest of them three. Well she has no clue with Belle, the girl is too young to be fully access for her talent, but the girl is said to be more of a beauty than her and Marie. She hasn't seen her for three years, she must have grown a lot and that chubby cheeks girl with mud on her hair.
The journey continued for a couple more hours. When Annabelle sees the red and orange roof in sight, she knows that she's finally near home. Seeing the Milder's home, she remembers as a young girl her wish to live there, they have the most lavish house in the province with the white iron cast windowsill and gazebo at the back. A home built for a Princess. The giant black gate that is surrounded with rose bushes, it was the dream home, well it was. Looking at it now, the house is as depressing as this whole place. She can't wait to get back at the city, she'll get her business done and she'll be out of here.
Passing by the old church she hears two familiar voices, can the day get any worse, the two most infamous gossip in town, skinny Grizilda and fat Merna. She takes out a book, pretending to be enthralled by its content. The city taught her more than education and its avoiding bad company.
"Is that Anniebelle!" screams Fat Merna
"No its Annabelle stupid!" Skinny Grizilda corrects Fat Merna. "Hey Annabelle!"
Annabelle just continues to ignore them. The two town's gossip kept trying her attention with silly tauntings.
"Anniebelle's a city girl now. Think she's better than the rest of us" said Fat Merna out loud
"The girl can wash the cow dung off her shoes, but everyone who saw won't forget the smell of cow dung on her shoes!" Skinny Grizilda laughs
"Good one! We remember it Anniebelle you fell on the pile of cow dung! Stank for days!" cried Fat Merna
Annabelle pulled the curtain shutting off the two, but they continue to berate her with songs of Silly Old Man Willy. How she loved that song as a young girl, now she couldn't helped but loathe the silly song.
Oh Silly Old Man Willy
Oh Silly Old Man Willy
He tells children about his adventure and his life.
Oh Silly Old Man Willy and his lies
He tells neighbors about his beautiful women and more lovely life.
Oh Silly Old Man Willy and his fancy little lies
He tells the world more about his tall tale flies.
Oh Silly Old Man Willy, stop with the lies.
So boys and girls learn from this and never be like Silly Old Man Willy with his silly lies.
Looking at the carriage ceiling. Annabelle sighs "It was Maribell who fell on that pile cow dung..."
