You Know My Name, Not My Story

Something Old XXVIII: Anonymous

October 1800

Alice's POV

I just came back home in from Massachusetts for my birthday. I already caught up with my family and the few friends I had back in New York.

I had such a great time with them that I forgot about Philip.

I was going to turn eighteen in a few days. Philip was already eighteen but I couldn't come here to celebrate it with him and I felt bad about it but I was very busy with school. I did come to visit on the Easter holiday though.

After all the fun I had today with everyone dear to me, I finally came back home.

I greeted my family and I saw my father preparing dinner along side my brothers and my sisters where nowhere to be found.

"Where is Aurora? And Lottie?" I asked.

"They've been out for most of the day. I think they are trying to find you a birthday present." said Horace.

"That's sweet of them!" I squealed.

"I already got yours!" said Edmund.

"Yeah me too! I'm sure it's the best!" added Horace.

When you have brothers, you'd usually think you can never get along with them but it wasn't the case for the Williams. We are a one true loving and caring family. No discrimination between older, younger, male, female, we all respected and loved each other no matter what. It's the Williams Pride.

I chuckled softly and blushed a little seeing how my brothers were fighting over who's got the best birthday present for me. I felt quite spoiled to be honest.

As Horace and Eddie were still arguing, my father called me.

"Alice, dear, there's something on your desk in your room, maybe you should check it out." he said with a soft smile.

I rushed to my room and opened the door.

I walked to my desk and saw a little envelope.

I tried to see if there was any names on it but I couldn't find anything so I just opened the envelope carefully.

Dear Alice,

Meet me in the park's entry at eight o'clock.

See you then,

Anonymous.

I went blank.

I couldn't decipher who's hand writing it was.

I suddenly remembered about Philip and my heart sank but I was sure it was not his handwriting.

His handwriting is more than beautiful. It's so soft and wavy.

This one was almost unreadable and harshly written.

I checked my desk clock at it said it was seven.

I still had time to enjoy the dinner with my family. Aurora and Charlotte also joined us.

I was a little uncomfortable because I had no idea who would want to meet me the night at the park. It seemed almost malicious but I didn't mind it. I barely got scared by something.

We ate, we drank and we talked a lot.

It was now quarter to eight so I took a light coat and put on my leather brown boots that matched my belt.

I had a dark red dress and I pinned my golden wind star broach on the left side of my bust.

My hair was in a half braided side up-do.