Paris and Eudora grew up in the home of the CEO of Jameson Inc and his wife, who were also known as their parents.
Although their parents were around, Eudora and Paris were raised by maids or butlers that would help them learn, whether it be academi...
This morning I had tried to be as slow as I could, hoping to delay when we would get to the ball. Though, I was quickly yelled at and told to be faster.
At the moment, Paris and I sat in the car. It was silent and nobody moved to change that. I stared at the floor, twiddling my thumbs as Paris looked between the window and me.
"Listen girls," our mother spoke, breaking the silence. "The Prescott boys are going to be waiting for you when we get there and you will allow them to escort you into the building and you shall both act with manners."
I glanced at Paris before looking back at the floor and zoning out the rest of the conversation. There was no sense in arguing, we'd never win.
"At least pretend to have fun," I heard someone say. But Paris and I had the same thought and said, "no."
I looked out the window as we pulled into the driveway of the palace. Spring and Fall stood at the top of the staircase, watching our car pull in before it slowed to a stop.
I glanced at Paris again before looking back at the palace. I felt her grab my hand and in returned, I squeezed hers.
It felt like seconds as the two came over and opened our doors. I watched as Fall walked to Paris's door and opened it. He held his hands out, making Paris look at them, as he smirked.
I turned around looking at Spring as he did the same. I grabbed his hands and stepped out. I caught a glimpse of our parents smiling and talking as we were pulled into the palace.
I looked around as we got inside of the ball room, my eyes going wide at all of the people around. But instead of stopping, Spring dragged me through the crowd and out a door to the side.
We stood in a hallway and he let go of my hand, looking around before walking towards another door and motioning for me to follow. I shook my head, questioning myself as I began to move towards him.
"You're pretty quiet," he stated as I got closer to him. "You didn't even protest or question where we were going." He laughed.
I looked through the door and saw it was a garden. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked around. "Well then, where are we?" I questioned, looking back at him.
He stepped through the door, grasping my arm and dragged me through also. "My mother's garden."
I looked around and noticed writing on one of the benches. "And why are we here?" I started walking towards it to read it. "You do know this is suppose to be a ball right?" Crouching, I looked at the writing.
'Summer Fall Spring Winter'
Their names were listed down the side of the bench. Spring walked near me. "Balls are overrated," he spoke, looking at the writing with me, "sad Fall doesn't think that because your sister's probably suffering right now."
I looked at him skeptically as I fully stood back up. "Why are you being nice?" His face contorted as he laughed.
"We're suppose to be treating you and your sister like this is your home," he said, looking at me.
"If this was my home, I wouldn't be here," I stated, "we're never at home."
His brows raised, as if he didn't believe me. "Really?" I nodded and turned back around, walking around the stone path, the stupid heels, our mother had made Paris and I wear, clicked against the pavement as I looked at the plants, flowers, and occasional tree.
After a minute or two, Spring ran over to me, looking as if he had just recovered from his shock. "Do you and Paris really not stay at home?"
I looked at him, eyebrow raised. "You don't believe me?" He shook his head. "We go to a school, making us not have to stay at home, and afterwards we go do whatever."
"Oh, we're homeschooled," he replied and I shook my head.
"I can believe it," I mumble as I looked at the doorway, where an older woman stood, looking at Spring, who had his back turned.
"Spring!" She called, making him turn his head towards her. "You're suppose to be in the ball room for your father's announcement. Did you forget?"
"No, I was just wasting time," he answered, looking at the time. "It hasn't even been thirty minutes."
"Well, you still have to be in the ballroom at all times," she said, looking at me next, "that includes you." She shut the door and I looked at the ground, eyes a little wide.
I started walking towards the door, feeling Spring's stare on me before his footsteps were heard. "What are you doing?" He asked as I opened the door.
"Not allowing my parents to know about this," I answered, walking back into the hallway with him behind me.
"What's so bad about a little disobedience?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Apparently you don't know my parents," was my answer as I walked back into the ballroom, immediately feeling nauseous at all the people. This night was going to be pure hell.
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"Hello everyone," everyone's eyes were on the man on the stage, except mine, I was holding back laughs at Paris being rude to Fall. He slung his arm around her shoulders and she shrugged it off, focusing her attention on the main point at the moment. I sighed, doing the same.
"First, I would like to thank you all for attending tonight's ball. But, like all, it had a meaning behind the planning," his eyes traveled to Paris and Fall before Spring and me as his wife walked up their to stand beside him.
"Tonight, we announce the engagement of our sons, Spring and Fall," I heard some colorful words from girls behind us and I laughed to myself. If they wanted them, they could have them. Spring looked at me as I looked back at his parents.
"And I'd like to introduce their fiancées," he said as he motioned for Spring and Fall to come up; Spring put his hands on my shoulders as he guided me up onto it, and I looked over to see Fall doing the same to Paris.
His mother grabbed our arms, people immediately looking us up and down, judging as we stood there, not able to escape. "Paris and Eudora Jameson."
I glanced over at Paris, seeing her eyes a little wide. I could only imagine mine were the same, but I had gone completely numb, letting reality set in.
