Awakening Love

Part Eight:

Alice

The ball is tomorrow, I picked my dress out already. I chose the ivory colored silk one, I think it would impress Mr. Oliver more. Charlie needed help choosing his outfit for the night, that man has no sense of fashion and it makes me laugh. He thinks that a dark blue coat would watch well with brown trousers. I told him he would look like a fool if he showed up to a A list ball like that, he shook his head. He cannot stand me I can tell, he rolls his eyes when I say my opinion, he mocks my laugh he tends to always avoid me. And when ever I ask him a question he changed the subject.

That's fine thought because I cannot stand his foolish and selfish ways. The way he mocks women, and likes them for there clothes and their bodies. I feel as though his mother could have raised him a bit better, maybe he would have a respect for ladies. Like Mr. Oliver respects me, he cares for me, he is kind, and he is just like me. A dreamer.

It was mid afternoon, maids were working, Kathryn was swooning over love letters, Ms Hughes was... well I never know where she is, and Charlie was somewhere flirting with a girl. He didn't care if she as rich or not, he just needed the pleasure of knowing he could still please a lady, since of course he does not please me. Everything about that boy is no good.

He is foolish, selfish, and he only cares to sleep with women. Meanwhile I am a women and can't even think about that kind of stuff with men, and I wish I could. That way I could at least be prepared for marriage. I don't want the man being the only knowledgeable one in the room, I want experience as well. That is one thing more I do hate about being a bloody women.

I watched Charlie as he talked to the women, someone walked up to him and handed him a letter. I couldn't be more interested in what the envelope contained. He smiled his dashing and ignorant smile, said goodbye to the women and headed straight for the house. I quickly sat in the nearest seat I could see, luckily I had a book I would distract myself with.

Charlie opened the door and stood right in front of me. He said nothing and I did too. We just looked at each other. I looked to his hand, the envelope.

"What's in the envelope?" I asked setting my book down.

"I don't know, it's actually for you." He breathed, "I guess they just couldn't find you."

He gently handed me the paper, and I took it
thankfully. There was no name for who it was from. Charlie stayed standing and watched me open the letter with curiosity.

The letter read "Dear Miss Bristol, I will not be able to be your escort to the ball tomorrow. My mother insists that I be my sisters escort. I am aware this will prevent you from attending. I am very sorry. Yours truly, Mr Sam Olivier."

The words crushed my soul. Me not being able to attend the ball. Sam Oliver cannot just bail on me! Does he even know what my mother will do to me if I do not attend. She will think my social upbringing is over.

"Is it good?" Charlie asked me.

I told myself this morning that I needed to remain calm when I was upset. Even if I wanted to throw something at the wall, mother and the rest if society would hear about it. I would be named the towns psychopath. I wanted to hit Charlie as much as the next girl, but I couldn't. I had to remain calm.

"Excuse I am going to my room." I said respectfully to Charlie. I left him with nothing and felt bribing about it.

I slowly walked up the stairs and could feel the eyes of Charlie on me. I walked to my room, closed my door and then laid on my bed. My amazing and comfortable bed. I looked to my right, on the clothing rack was the dress I would be wearing tomorrow night. But I will not, I feel as thought the Oliver's do not like me. Maybe it's the money? Or my parents? Charlie? Charlie, I could be Charlie because I knew he and Sam have a history and I get the feeling they do not like each other.