Awakening Love

Part one:

Alice

The day was new. The day was bright. The day was nothing bad, nothing new though. The sun rose over the green rolling hills and shined brightly into my room. I have a habit of never getting out of bed until one of my maids came to wake me up. But today was the kick off to Summer planning my mother was very set on me waking up on my own. Did I want to do that, no. Did I do it anyway, yes.

My maid came hurrying into my room, I think she was expecting me to still be asleep. Her face was surprised and confused. My maid, Beatrice Morton, is a small and chubby women. She had beautiful long red hair, and her eyes were the color of the sea. I sometimes wonder how she has not been married yet, I think she just reject all the men that come up to her. I don't blame her, freedom only lasts for a short amount of time. And my time is coming to and end.

"Oh, Miss Alice, I wasn't expecting you to be up by now." Beatrice's hands were cupped together and she talked quietly.

"I am just as surprised as you." I replied sitting up out of my bed, "will you grab my dress for today." I commanded.

"Is that the red one or the pink one?" She asked going to the clothes cabinet.

"I don't know, mother picked it out last night." I replied sternly.

My life consists of living by my mothers saying. I had to look a certain way, I had to act a certain way, and I had to be married by my thirties. My mother had it sent that I would be married by eighteen, but here I am nineteen and still unmarried. I always feel like a disappointment to my mother, but then I remember that she is only hard on me because she loves me. Or at least that's what my brother told me while I was growing up.

My brother will always been my role model, I wish I could be like him. But he is male and I am female, I can never be like him. I won't get as much money as him once my father dies, I don't get to know about the secret business stuff they talk about, and I will never know what it feels like to wear pants. Being a male is so much easier. No corsets, no long hair, no stress on what we look like. Sometimes I wish I were born a man, then I think about how much I love being female. Beautiful dresses, dancing, laughter, and handsome men to look at.

I looked out my window at the beautiful farm land we owned. everything was green right now, and everything was perfect. Our workers were out doing, well... work. The oak tree in the middle of the rolling fields was still standing. The oak tree was part of my childhood, my father built me a swing there and the swing is still there. I go out there sometimes to get away from my mother.

I looked to the right of our land and saw the house were the Oliver's lived. they were a big family that lived in a small house compared to ours. There oldest was a female her name is Jessie, the oldest boy was only a few years older than me. Sam Oliver. He was the handsomest boy at our school. Dirty blonde hair that was just the right length, his eyes were deep brown, but still beautiful. He was tall, very tall. He was nice to, always offered to help me with my math work. I was never good at math. Sam will sometimes come over and barrow our stuff, or give us food. I am never allowed to greet him though, or show him around, so I either listen in on the conversations or spy on him from afar. I promise I am not creepy at all, just observant. I may not be interested in getting married soon, but I would be okay if it was to Sam Oliver. Could you imagine Alice Oliver.

Beatrice figured out what dress I needed for today, turned out it was the pink one. large dresses were all the talk now a days, and I was not complaining. But the larger the skirt the tighter the corset. That's fine, just sometimes uncomfortable. Colors were also very big right now, here in England we look be our bright colors. Pink was one of my favorites. The dress I was being put in was very beautiful. It was off the shoulders and had lovely lace at the ends of the sleeves. The top was tight and fitted, and the bottom was large, but not as large as some of the older women dresses. Beatrice put my light brown hair in a low bun, small hairs were pulled from the bun. This gave it a more natural look, and I thought it looked prettier that way.