p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decoration-skip: none; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Chapter 1: According to Plan~1/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Vivian sketched the butterfly as it hovered and flew around the glass dome she kept it in, she sighs, putting her pencil down. The sketch was very well done right down to the tiniest of details. Vivian was resting her chin on her open palm; she gently tapped the glass dome./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "How lucky you are" she whispered to the blue insect as it rested on the ground "you are not be married, you can go wherever you want" the girl sighed, sitting up straight as she opened her room window. The cold air of January pierced her pale skin, Vivian didn't mind the cold; the air felt good even though it smelt of fish and smoke. She raised her hand and lifted the glass dome, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew around Vivan once. As if it was saying goodbye or maybe good luck. Then the dark-brown eyed girl watches it has it flew out the window, diving down into the small town. /spanspan style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"To say the town was small was an understatement, you can get anywhere in under a minute if you just walked, but for some reason, most people prefer to take carriages. Vivian never understood why, in fact, to her, the town was like one big clock; it was moving at the same pace — never changing always 'Tick Tock.' Suddenly the town herald with her loud brass bell began to yell /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "HEAR YE! HEAR YE! 10 MINUTES TILL VAN DOT AND EVERGLOT WEDDING REHEARSAL". No one in the town shown any interest in the news; it was the only thing they have been hearing since the first day of last week. The only one, however, that showed any signs of interests was a young woman, she was a newcomer that day and had just come into the town square. Her blond hair, almost white, draped over her shoulders every so gracefully. The top of her dress was cut so scandalously low. It was clear to all the way she dressed and walked she was of high status. The woman smirked at the news; then with an annoyed sigh, she waved a pesky butterfly away as she leaned on the side of the building. The smirk returned as she twisted her hair in thought./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" From in their bedroom, Nicklas Van Dot -Vivian's father- looked out the window. He was trying his best the finish off his tie. He was a very plump man, which was due for his loves of sweets./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""It's a beautiful day!" he said to his wife, Winifred Van Dot,/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""It's a rather nice day" his wife replied, fixing her dress which hung on her as if she was a hanger in a closet, she was so small. Very unlike her husband./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""A day for a glorious wedding" he added turning around to Dot with a proud smile, his tie was tangled and crooked. Dot gave a gentle sigh and soft smile, walking over to her husband she began to redo his tie./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;""A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear," she told him, patting his head, Dot was just a few inches shorter than her./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;""A rehearsal for a glorious wedding" he chimed, taking his wife's hand and kissing it gently. The two left their room. The home was large... substantial for a fish merchant home, but the business had made Nicklas Van Dot a very wealthy man, but even with their money they only had one servant. Her name was May; she was around 40 years of age but due with smoking and an awful illness she looked and sounded much older. She was hunched over all the time, her nose always red due to her sickness. May was more of a multi-use servant, she mostly worked at the Van Dots company when she helps the deliver the fish to the butcher, but she was also the maid, errand girl, and carriage driver to name a few./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know," said Dot, placing boulder hat on her husband's balding head./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That nothing unexpected interferes with the show" warned Mr. Van Dot, pointing out a spot that May had missed while she was dusting the staircase, the women gave a sheepish looked as she cleaned the spot quickly, giving off a terrible hack./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And that's why everything, every last little thing" Mrs. Van Dot spoke as she began to climb the steps./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go" added Mr. Van Dot, taking his wife's arm as the two walked up./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan!" sighed Mrs. Van Dot./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our daughter will be married," said Mr. Van Dot as the two reached the top steps, May was right behind them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our family carried," said Mrs. Van Dot dreamily as the three reached Vivian's bedroom door/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""We'll go right into to the heights of society," the husband and wife said together. May walked ahead of them to open Vivian's door. Mr. Van Dot smiled as both he and his wife said/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""We'll be there; we'll be seen, having tea with the queen, will forget everything!". The door opened, making Vivian jump a little as her father tried to walk in/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That we've ever, ever been!" Mr. Van dot said promptly, looking at his wife and May as he walked into the room. The problem, however, was as the man tried to step into the room, the doorway was just a bit too small for him. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh dear!" Mrs. Van Dot cried, and both her and May began to push the plump man, trying to get him inside. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Stop that! It's not me/span...span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;"my coats just caught on a nail or something!" Mr. Van Dot argued. Vianin sigh and shook her head, walking over she grabbed her father's arm, with the help of the others behind the man Vivian managed to pull him inside. "Vivian! Why are you not ready!" her father asked, dusting his coat as he looked at his daughter, still in her nightgown. "They will be here any moment!". Vivian gave a sad sighed /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Yes father..I know, I'm sorry" she said with a bow of her head./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"From across the street, there lived the lord and lady Everglot, whose son, Vladimir Everglot, was to marry Vivian Van Dot. The two were getting ready for the carriage ride to the Van Dot's home; the husband and wife watched from the second-floor hallway window. Michael Everglot was a tall, slender man. His nose was such a point that it could cut you! His face could have been handsome once. As for his wife, Francine Everglot, she was a stumped of a women. She was all head and no neck. The woman was so short that she had to stand on the table near the window to see. As for her face, not much could be said for it only that not a single smile had crossed it in many years./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a terrible day" cried Mr. Everglot turning away from the window where the two watched and waited for the carriage, which was almost to their home/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Now don't be that way" groaned his wife who turned on her heels on the table/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a terrible day for a wedding" sighed Mr. Everglot, glaring had his short wife as he began to move away from the window./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in" agreed as she followed Mr. Everglot off the table by a makeshift stairway made up of trunks and boxes./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That has led to this ominous wedding," said Mr. Everglot, covering his head in his hands. The two had begun their way to their son's room down a long hallway filled with pictures of their ancestors who had lived in the grate manor before them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""How could our family have come to this?" asked Mrs. Everglot angrily as she looked at each picture that hung on the wall./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""To make our son marry a daughter of a noveaux-rich" the husband and wife said together, they shudder just at the words they have just spoken./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""They're so common," said Mr. Everglot/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""So coarse!" agreed Mrs. Everglot, the two had stopped near the old safe, which was built into the wall, so it was hidden behind a painting/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh, it couldn't be worse!" cried Mr. Everglot, Mrs. Everglot gave her upset husband a cold look/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree" she said and hopped over to the safe that was opened just a crack, the safe was was just a little too high for the short women to open with the handle but she managed to open it all the way using the bottom corner/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""They could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy, without a penny to their name" the women snapped, "...just like you...and me" she added pointing to her husband. ran his finger through the thick dust that had rested on the bottom of the safe; it had to be a least an inch think/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh dear" he mutters and snaps his fingers for one of the servants to clean it up/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go.." Mr. and Mrs. Everglot said to each other as they left the empty safe behind them, which a maid quickly shut and covered back up with a painting even though there was no point for the only thing to hide was their lack of./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan!" said , as he walked down the hallway/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;"" Our son will wed" added Mrs. Everglot/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan," said Mr. Everglot hotly/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our family lead, from the deepest poverty" Mrs. Everglot replied, the two come to the painting of their son, Vladimir. He was such a handsome looking man; it was tough to see where his looks came from. Just by looking at the painting one could see he was charming and kind looking./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And who would have guessed in a million years!" cried Mr. Everglot shaking his head/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That our son with an-"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Face of an otter in disgrace" finished , she raised her hand to hide the painting as she turned her head away, as if ashamed/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Would provide our ticket to our rightful place?". Within his room, Vladimir was looking at himself in the mirror, a servant by the name of Haggard -who seems to be the boys only friend in the house- was finishing up stitching his suit./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh...Haggard, it's been so long since I've seen her...what if...what if Vivian no longer likes me?..what if I no longer like her?" Vladimir ask. The old servant-man was about to answer as he handed Vladimir his top hat when there came a harsh voice./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Ha! Do you suppose your mother and I like each other?" asked Mr. Everglot, as he stood in the doorway. Next, to him, Mrs. Everglot gave a short nod. Vladimir looks at his parents sadly/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Surely you must...a little," he said softly. The boy's parents gave startled looks at each other "Of course not!" they said in unison, a little too quickly. "Finish up now!" Hissed Vladimir's father has he, and his mother began to leave. "The carriage has an arrived, and we mustn't be late, even for people like...the Van Dots" he added grimly. Back at the Van Dot home, May was helping Vivian into her dress, it was blackish gray with a split towards the bottom, a bit of red could be seen. As for the top, she wore a long jacket, the sleeves covering her pale skin./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh! You are sure to win him this time Vivian" said her mother proudly as she twisted her daughter's hair into a tight bun/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Right! All you have to do is reel 'em in!" added her father, chuckling at his joke but Vivian only sighed and sat down on her dressers stool./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm already reeling father," the girl said meekly "it's just...I have spoken to Vladimir since we were children..". Mr. Van Dot rolled his eyes as he looked out the window/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Well..at least we have that in our favor" the man huffed. His eyes caught the Everglots carriage and ordered everyone -except Vivian- out, to meet their guest. Outside in the chilly town street, the Everglot's carriage pulled up to the Van Dot's front steps. As Mr. Everglot got out, he spoke to his wife/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Marriage is a partnership," he said, looking down at his wife who had gotten out after him. "A little tit-for-tat" he added, patting his wife head who in turn gave him a scowl, "You think a lifetime watching us might have taught him that!" Mr. Everglot finished as the two walked up the steps, behind them followed their son, his eyes were downcast/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""emAnd that's why everything,/em" Vladimir thought. Up in her room, Vivian stood from her stool and slowly made her way to her open window/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Every last little thing" she spoke to herself. Vladimir followed his parents up the steps; his mother and father quickly parted. The boy looked up, taking a breath/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""emEvery single tiny microscopic little thing must go/em" he mind sang as his father told him to ring the doorbell, of course, the proud lord would not dare dirty his own hands and instead made his son do it. Just as Vivian shut her widow tightly the doorbell rang, it boomed through the house. Vivian turned her head as she heard May cough "Mr. and Mrs. Van Dot. Lor-" the servant had a coughing fit which she quickly silences "Lord and Lady Everglot." Vivian turned her body and walked towards her bedroom door. The young women held her head up and took a deep breath/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan" Vivian whispered./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Vivian sketched the butterfly as it hovered and flew around the glass dome she kept it in, she sighs, putting her pencil down. The sketch was very well done right down to the tiniest of details. Vivian was resting her chin on her open palm; she gently tapped the glass dome./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "How lucky you are" she whispered to the blue insect as it rested on the ground "you are not be married, you can go wherever you want" the girl sighed, sitting up straight as she opened her room window. The cold air of January pierced her pale skin, Vivian didn't mind the cold; the air felt good even though it smelt of fish and smoke. She raised her hand and lifted the glass dome, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew around Vivan once. As if it was saying goodbye or maybe good luck. Then the dark-brown eyed girl watches it has it flew out the window, diving down into the small town. /spanspan style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"To say the town was small was an understatement, you can get anywhere in under a minute if you just walked, but for some reason, most people prefer to take carriages. Vivian never understood why, in fact, to her, the town was like one big clock; it was moving at the same pace — never changing always 'Tick Tock.' Suddenly the town herald with her loud brass bell began to yell /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "HEAR YE! HEAR YE! 10 MINUTES TILL VAN DOT AND EVERGLOT WEDDING REHEARSAL". No one in the town shown any interest in the news; it was the only thing they have been hearing since the first day of last week. The only one, however, that showed any signs of interests was a young woman, she was a newcomer that day and had just come into the town square. Her blond hair, almost white, draped over her shoulders every so gracefully. The top of her dress was cut so scandalously low. It was clear to all the way she dressed and walked she was of high status. The woman smirked at the news; then with an annoyed sigh, she waved a pesky butterfly away as she leaned on the side of the building. The smirk returned as she twisted her hair in thought./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" From in their bedroom, Nicklas Van Dot -Vivian's father- looked out the window. He was trying his best the finish off his tie. He was a very plump man, which was due for his loves of sweets./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""It's a beautiful day!" he said to his wife, Winifred Van Dot,/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""It's a rather nice day" his wife replied, fixing her dress which hung on her as if she was a hanger in a closet, she was so small. Very unlike her husband./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""A day for a glorious wedding" he added turning around to Dot with a proud smile, his tie was tangled and crooked. Dot gave a gentle sigh and soft smile, walking over to her husband she began to redo his tie./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;""A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear," she told him, patting his head, Dot was just a few inches shorter than her./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;""A rehearsal for a glorious wedding" he chimed, taking his wife's hand and kissing it gently. The two left their room. The home was large... substantial for a fish merchant home, but the business had made Nicklas Van Dot a very wealthy man, but even with their money they only had one servant. Her name was May; she was around 40 years of age but due with smoking and an awful illness she looked and sounded much older. She was hunched over all the time, her nose always red due to her sickness. May was more of a multi-use servant, she mostly worked at the Van Dots company when she helps the deliver the fish to the butcher, but she was also the maid, errand girl, and carriage driver to name a few./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know," said Dot, placing boulder hat on her husband's balding head./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That nothing unexpected interferes with the show" warned Mr. Van Dot, pointing out a spot that May had missed while she was dusting the staircase, the women gave a sheepish looked as she cleaned the spot quickly, giving off a terrible hack./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And that's why everything, every last little thing" Mrs. Van Dot spoke as she began to climb the steps./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go" added Mr. Van Dot, taking his wife's arm as the two walked up./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan!" sighed Mrs. Van Dot./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our daughter will be married," said Mr. Van Dot as the two reached the top steps, May was right behind them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our family carried," said Mrs. Van Dot dreamily as the three reached Vivian's bedroom door/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""We'll go right into to the heights of society," the husband and wife said together. May walked ahead of them to open Vivian's door. Mr. Van Dot smiled as both he and his wife said/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""We'll be there; we'll be seen, having tea with the queen, will forget everything!". The door opened, making Vivian jump a little as her father tried to walk in/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That we've ever, ever been!" Mr. Van dot said promptly, looking at his wife and May as he walked into the room. The problem, however, was as the man tried to step into the room, the doorway was just a bit too small for him. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh dear!" Mrs. Van Dot cried, and both her and May began to push the plump man, trying to get him inside. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Stop that! It's not me/span...span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;"my coats just caught on a nail or something!" Mr. Van Dot argued. Vianin sigh and shook her head, walking over she grabbed her father's arm, with the help of the others behind the man Vivian managed to pull him inside. "Vivian! Why are you not ready!" her father asked, dusting his coat as he looked at his daughter, still in her nightgown. "They will be here any moment!". Vivian gave a sad sighed /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Yes father..I know, I'm sorry" she said with a bow of her head./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"From across the street, there lived the lord and lady Everglot, whose son, Vladimir Everglot, was to marry Vivian Van Dot. The two were getting ready for the carriage ride to the Van Dot's home; the husband and wife watched from the second-floor hallway window. Michael Everglot was a tall, slender man. His nose was such a point that it could cut you! His face could have been handsome once. As for his wife, Francine Everglot, she was a stumped of a women. She was all head and no neck. The woman was so short that she had to stand on the table near the window to see. As for her face, not much could be said for it only that not a single smile had crossed it in many years./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a terrible day" cried Mr. Everglot turning away from the window where the two watched and waited for the carriage, which was almost to their home/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Now don't be that way" groaned his wife who turned on her heels on the table/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a terrible day for a wedding" sighed Mr. Everglot, glaring had his short wife as he began to move away from the window./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in" agreed as she followed Mr. Everglot off the table by a makeshift stairway made up of trunks and boxes./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That has led to this ominous wedding," said Mr. Everglot, covering his head in his hands. The two had begun their way to their son's room down a long hallway filled with pictures of their ancestors who had lived in the grate manor before them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""How could our family have come to this?" asked Mrs. Everglot angrily as she looked at each picture that hung on the wall./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""To make our son marry a daughter of a noveaux-rich" the husband and wife said together, they shudder just at the words they have just spoken./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""They're so common," said Mr. Everglot/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""So coarse!" agreed Mrs. Everglot, the two had stopped near the old safe, which was built into the wall, so it was hidden behind a painting/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh, it couldn't be worse!" cried Mr. Everglot, Mrs. Everglot gave her upset husband a cold look/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""It couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree" she said and hopped over to the safe that was opened just a crack, the safe was was just a little too high for the short women to open with the handle but she managed to open it all the way using the bottom corner/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""They could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy, without a penny to their name" the women snapped, "...just like you...and me" she added pointing to her husband. ran his finger through the thick dust that had rested on the bottom of the safe; it had to be a least an inch think/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh dear" he mutters and snaps his fingers for one of the servants to clean it up/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go.." Mr. and Mrs. Everglot said to each other as they left the empty safe behind them, which a maid quickly shut and covered back up with a painting even though there was no point for the only thing to hide was their lack of./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan!" said , as he walked down the hallway/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;"" Our son will wed" added Mrs. Everglot/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan," said Mr. Everglot hotly/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Our family lead, from the deepest poverty" Mrs. Everglot replied, the two come to the painting of their son, Vladimir. He was such a handsome looking man; it was tough to see where his looks came from. Just by looking at the painting one could see he was charming and kind looking./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""And who would have guessed in a million years!" cried Mr. Everglot shaking his head/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""That our son with an-"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Face of an otter in disgrace" finished , she raised her hand to hide the painting as she turned her head away, as if ashamed/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Would provide our ticket to our rightful place?". Within his room, Vladimir was looking at himself in the mirror, a servant by the name of Haggard -who seems to be the boys only friend in the house- was finishing up stitching his suit./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh...Haggard, it's been so long since I've seen her...what if...what if Vivian no longer likes me?..what if I no longer like her?" Vladimir ask. The old servant-man was about to answer as he handed Vladimir his top hat when there came a harsh voice./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Ha! Do you suppose your mother and I like each other?" asked Mr. Everglot, as he stood in the doorway. Next, to him, Mrs. Everglot gave a short nod. Vladimir looks at his parents sadly/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Surely you must...a little," he said softly. The boy's parents gave startled looks at each other "Of course not!" they said in unison, a little too quickly. "Finish up now!" Hissed Vladimir's father has he, and his mother began to leave. "The carriage has an arrived, and we mustn't be late, even for people like...the Van Dots" he added grimly. Back at the Van Dot home, May was helping Vivian into her dress, it was blackish gray with a split towards the bottom, a bit of red could be seen. As for the top, she wore a long jacket, the sleeves covering her pale skin./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Oh! You are sure to win him this time Vivian" said her mother proudly as she twisted her daughter's hair into a tight bun/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Right! All you have to do is reel 'em in!" added her father, chuckling at his joke but Vivian only sighed and sat down on her dressers stool./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-family: Times; color: #111111; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm already reeling father," the girl said meekly "it's just...I have spoken to Vladimir since we were children..". Mr. Van Dot rolled his eyes as he looked out the window/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Well..at least we have that in our favor" the man huffed. His eyes caught the Everglots carriage and ordered everyone -except Vivian- out, to meet their guest. Outside in the chilly town street, the Everglot's carriage pulled up to the Van Dot's front steps. As Mr. Everglot got out, he spoke to his wife/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Marriage is a partnership," he said, looking down at his wife who had gotten out after him. "A little tit-for-tat" he added, patting his wife head who in turn gave him a scowl, "You think a lifetime watching us might have taught him that!" Mr. Everglot finished as the two walked up the steps, behind them followed their son, his eyes were downcast/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""emAnd that's why everything,/em" Vladimir thought. Up in her room, Vivian stood from her stool and slowly made her way to her open window/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""Every last little thing" she spoke to herself. Vladimir followed his parents up the steps; his mother and father quickly parted. The boy looked up, taking a breath/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""emEvery single tiny microscopic little thing must go/em" he mind sang as his father told him to ring the doorbell, of course, the proud lord would not dare dirty his own hands and instead made his son do it. Just as Vivian shut her widow tightly the doorbell rang, it boomed through the house. Vivian turned her head as she heard May cough "Mr. and Mrs. Van Dot. Lor-" the servant had a coughing fit which she quickly silences "Lord and Lady Everglot." Vivian turned her body and walked towards her bedroom door. The young women held her head up and took a deep breath/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.44; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="color: #111111; font-family: Times; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap; text-indent: 36pt;""According to plan" Vivian whispered./span/p
