If Thorns Were Roses~

Chapter 2; Time

"Even the most beautiful rose has grown through the dirt."

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(Y/N/N - Your Nick-Name)

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The ceremony was supposed to be soon, and Sir William recommended that I started getting ready. The seamstress sized pretty much every inch of my body, and fixed the measurements on a dress she had hand-picked for me. I was excited to see it, as she hadn't shown me the dress yet, for she wanted it to be a surprise. I bounced eagerly, and the seamstress scolded me several times, as my bouncing was messing up her measurements. 

How rude of me, I forgot to introduce her! Olivia Martina Canderwalt, though I call her Olive, has been my personal seamstress for about a year now. She's 21, so only 2 years older than me. We get along quite well, despite my antsy behavior and her urge to get work done. She's the closest thing I've ever had to a real sister, and I wouldn't trade her for anyone else. Even though she's paid to be my seamstress and lives in a house separate from mine, I know she feels the same about me. 

"So, today's the big day, then?" She asked, though I knew it was a rhetorical question. 

I hummed in response, fiddling with my fingers as Olive continued to work; she sewed so delicately, like the silk she was sewing with would rip the the slightest touch. It was one of the things I enjoyed most about Olive being my seamstress; the whole experience could be quite relaxing and gentle as long as I sat still. However, today my nerves and anxiety would not allow that. 

"Listen Y/N/N dear, I know today is a huge day for you, but could you please just sit still and let me work?" Her voice didn't waver much, so I knew she wasn't too frustrated... yet. 

I sighed, leaning my head back as she worked around me. 

"I apologize, Olive. I just... I don't know. Everyone says today is such a big day for me, but I'm not sure this day is even supposed to be for me. It's for my father, mostly..." I admitted, trying my hardest to calm down my ever-growing-anxious nerves. 

"What do you mean? Sure, your Father is becoming mayor of Knockemstiff, big deal. But you? Well, you're being elected president of the Town Charity Organization! You know what that means for you!" Olive exclaimed, putting her thread and needle down just to shake her hands from the jitters. 

"Yeah, like a fancy trip to London will change this God forsaken town..." I mumbled, slumping down further. However, my back quickly straightened when I felt a harsh, yet playful WHAM with a book on my head. 

"Lords name in vain, Y/N L/N!" Olive sighed, shaking her head as she picked her thread and needle back up again. 

"Apologies! Apologies!" I screeched in defense, nearly falling out of my chair. "Oh how I'm glad Mother cannot hear me now..."

"Oh hush you!" Olive said, returning to work on my gown, "We both know she watches over you. Always."

I hummed again in reply; the memories of Mother singing songs to me, memories of her brushing my hair in the morning quickly returned, and the thought of her watching over me alone helped me to calm my nerves. I closed my eyes as Olive continued to work, and I silently dozed off in that chair.

 At least she'd be able to work in peace now...

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By the time I had again risen, Olive was done with my gown. To my amazement, I also awoke to a few maidens doing my hair and makeup. I tried not to startle them or myself, in fear that I would ruin all the work they had accomplished while I was asleep.