There's A Chance (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 

“Oh that’s a good one, Mi’Lady.” The british colonel said.

 

I glared at him in return, who does he think he is. Degrading a woman like that.

 

“I am going to get the right to vote. I will vote for the Whigs and I will end suffrage.”

 

His grin faltered ever so slowly when he realized I was being serious. Of course I was, I hated the way life was.

 

“Now you listen here, little skinny lady it’s 1799. Do you honestly believe that you are going to be the one that will bring justice to women? You know what you need to do, stay at home and look pretty.”

 

I gave a huff and turned to my stepmother, “Stepmother, Do I have to continue this tea meeting.”

 

She glared at me, “What do you think? This colonel is nice enough to think of you in a way of romance and you probably could not do better than him so grab him.” She said it so openly that my cheeks blushed for her.

 

The colonel didn’t seem to mind. He was a stout man that I strongly disliked. From his stringy moustache to his gangly hair. He was the epitome of every sleazy guy in the United Kingdom.

 

“I am leaving stepmother, I have a job meeting.”

 

Both the colonel and my stepmother were taken aback. Corrine, my stepmother, decided to speak, “Job? How horrific. No lady is to get their hands dirty. What would your deceased father say?”

 

The colonel gave me a second glance and I squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze.

 

My eyes turned into slits when I processed what Corinne just said, “Do not speak of my father. Not when you and your daughter, Ann, use his wealth and offer none for Evan, my brother, and I.”

 

“Don’t give me that tone Ella, it’s not like you’re much better. You don’t even bother helping around the house and go on and on about having a women have a job and being allowed to vote. You are a disgrace to this family but go on right ahead and see what place will give you a job.”

 

The colonel gave me a pointed look as if saying, you could always come to me. As if. I briskly turned around and walked out the door my petticoat sashaying with me.

 

I honestly did not have a job interview but I could not stand another minute with Colonel Shaw. He was absolutely disgusting and revolting. Bile rose in my throat at the thought of him,

 

That’s when I hit something. That something turned out to be a bright blue-eyed man.

 

“Mi’lady I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to do----”

 

I looked up at his face to see that he was staring at me. Oh dear, was there something on my face? How embarrassing.

 

“You’re perfect. Nobody would suspect, you would be perfect for the disguise and observing from the clothes you are wearing you seem to be a rag girl so it seems that you would be perfect. Nobody would care if you were wiped off the face of the earth at the end of this.”

 

He needs to hold his horses. Rags? I may not have money but I find myself pretty presentable and is this man just going to waltz in and try to bring me down.

 

He continued talking to himself, causing me to take a step back and I started to walk down the other end of the street.

 

“Wait. Mi’lady! Don’t leave.” I could barely hear him as I started walking faster. “I have a job proposition!”

 

I stopped in my tracks. A job? For a lady? Well it must be the day that the Whigs are winning the election for I believe that I may either be walking into a trap or it must truly be a miracle.

 

I briskly whirled around to face him again. He had an angular face that seemed boyish. He was not outright handsome but definitely topped Colonel.

 

He started panting for breath, out of shape much? I barely walked away from him, not even a quarter block and he’s gasping for breath.

 

“M-Mi’lady!”

 

I gave a small curtsy in return, “Yes, Sir?”

 

“Mi’lady if you come with me, I-I have a job proposition for you.”

 

I cocked my head to one side. Was this man telling the truth?

 

“Sir, Why ever would you want a lady for a job?” I should take up acting, this innocent facade is working.

 

“Ju-just come with me.” His tone was firm and I stepped back in fear. What was he going to do with me?

 

“Why should I?” I crossed my arms in a unladylike manner.

 

“There’s money.”

 

Does he think I am some kind of beggar? Who is this man,

 

“Do not be rude to me, I am not some type of beggar. I do not need your pocket change.”

He outright bursted out laughing, “Trust me this is not pocket change. You are going to see the italian Luc Vasquez.”

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A/N Hi. This is kind of a new thing for me. My stories are generally set in the modern day with vampires and werewolves so this is a new experience and I hope you guys enjoy it!