Mid 1800's, a young lady falls in love with their enemies son. The universe forcing them to fall out of love. But they refuse. Trying their hardest to escape the tragedy of the world.
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but remember, it's not always happily ever after
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Waking up to the yelling of my mother, isn't the best. My eyes slowly felt lighter and lighter as they opened up seeing the bright window.
Mother was babbling about something as I was sitting up straight, scratching my messy hair.
"Aurora? Are you even listening?" She says. "Y-yes mother" I look over to her. Seeing that she's wearing a quite fancy dress. I wonder why.
"You remember those letters we sent out, to try and find you a young fellow to marry?" Her strong British accent really showed this time. "Yes?" She wrapped her fingers around mine before talking. "Today we got a letter from our good friend, Albert, who says that his son, George, would like to participate" She squealed.
I didn't like the words she just said. Don't get me wrong, I've always dreamt of getting married someday. But not with a boy I don't even know of. Please universe, help me get out of this.
"But mother, I don't even know this man. How do you expect me to marry him?!" I quickly stood up, standing in front of my mother. She gave me that same look whenever I try to find my way out of things. "There's a thing called love at first sight sweetie" She smiles. "But what if that doesn't happen with him. What if there's another man out there, waiting for me" I thought out loud. "Don't be silly Aurora, we'll be meeting him in an hour so get ready" No wonder she's dress up all fancy like. Just to impress this, George.
Looking over at my dresses, wondering which one I should wear. If the man is a good looking gentleman then I'd be gladly to wear the prettiest dress out there. But if he's not, than I'd rather not meet him. But it seems like I don't have a choice.
Just as I do with books, I browse through the dresses. Realizing that each one has a different story. Each one has a different memory of mine.
But before I could finish my thought I hear a sudden knock on my door. "Can I come in?" the feminine voice says behind the door. "Yes!" I answered back. The mysterious voice entered my room, realizing that it's our maid, Florence. She's about the same age as my mother, but a lot nicer.
She's been taking care of me since I was a very little gal. I'd say she's more of my second mother then a maid.
"I heard about the news" she said while putting something away. I nodded slowly, looking back at the dresses. She paused. Looked over at me. "I've met that George before" I looked over to her and scooted closer in curiosity. "What's he like?" Tilting my head, looking down at her.
"Not...the best, sweetie" she walked over behind me, putting away some other things. I turned to her direction with my curiosity still. "Describe him in three words" Florence looked over at me with a slight smile. "Selfish, dumb,...skilamalink" my eyes opened wide after hearing her ways to describe this man. "Skilamalink?!" I repeated after her. Nodding her head and walking towards my dresses.
Skilamalink is another word to describe a person as shady and quite doubtful. I've always tried to be the opposite of that word. And thinking about the thought that I'm going to marry someone like that, is terrifying.
"Here darling, try this one" Florence handed me a dress. "Your mother would like you to wear something special for the man"
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I don't wanna impress this man, if he's a skilamalink. I'd happily be married to myself if I could.
After Florence did my hair, it was time to meet the man I was going to marry. Slowly walking down the staircase, I hear mother talking to the mother and father of the man.
"Ah! That must be our Aurora" the father called out making everyone turn their heads towards me. I smiled awkwardly as mother pulled me closer to the tiny crowd of the four. "Aurora, meet George, this is man you'll be spending the rest of your life with" those words really stuck to me.
The man brought his hand out towards me. I had no other choice but to shake it. He was looking at me weird, so I gave him back a disgust look. "Aurora, why don't you show George a tour around the place while me and his lovely parents discuss some things" Mother smiled me.
I nodded slowly, turning around expecting him to follow me. And so he did.
Walking away from the three adults in silence. "You look beautiful in that dress" The man said. I ignored his compliments, knowing that he doesn't mean any of them for sure. He just wants to marry me for the money, I'm not that gullible. "I've heard an awful lot of bad things about you" I said.
I wanted him to be aware that I'm surely not interested in him whatsoever. If someone has the character trait of a skilamalink, then DONT marry them. I don't have a choice of course but I'm warning for anyone who hears this.
"Like what?"
"You're selfish, dumb, and a skilamalink" I crossed my arms against my chest. He giggled out which surprised me. I thought he'd be mad or something. "And who said that?" He giggled once more. "Me" I lied.
"Well you're going to marry me no matter what, so don't be complaining about such things" we were already in my room and after I heard his ridiculous statement, I never wanted to punch someone so hard. "Listen George, just because I'm going to marry you doesn't mean I have to like you. Things are unfair in this world you know?"
Okay I might be a little rough on him, but just the thought that I'm going to marry this man. Oh for goodness sake, he's not a man. He's a silly boy. A boy with no respect for the first impression.
The boy finally left the room leaving me in deep thought. I'm only 16, this is too much for me. For a minute I thought I could try to run away, but that's just silly. My birthday is in a few days and I'm pretty excited about it. Let's see how this is all goes.
