Mint dress

Ch 1

"My dress was a perfect shade of mint that made my chocolate brown eyes sparkle. My hair was perfectly arranged atop my head with dazzling white ribbons that contrasted with my deep brown hair. Even with the exuberant dress and the elegant hair style, I still felt awkward and silly. I wasn't this t with my deep brown hair. Even with the exuberant dress and the elegant hair style, I still felt awkward and silly. I wasn't this type of girl; I would rather sit down by a quite creek with a good book, taking in sunlight. Now I was going to be presented to Queen Victoria, then from there forced to attend social gatherings and balls nearly every night. It was my mother's dream, but my worst nightmare. It was my season. My family would present me to every eligible bachelor in hopes that he would fall in love with me and marry me. I gritted my teeth as I thought about it.

"Honorable Hermione Granger "Lord Barrett read my name off of the card my mother had given him. I took a deep breath and began walking toward the Queen. It took all of my concentration not to trip over my train I smiled prettily and curtsied before her. I was surprised at how small the Queen was. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. Despite her height, she had a demanding air about her.

"Welcome to court, Miss Granger" Queen Victoria smiled automatically at me as I rose and turned to catch my train. I let out a sigh of relief as I reached the end of the hall where my mother was waiting for me in ecstasy. I looked back at Queen Victoria and wondered if she was bored out of her mind. I knew I would be. Having to sit stiffly in a chair and watch young ladies curtsy all day would be exhausting.

"Well Hermione, now that's over we have to get ready for tomorrow," My mother began as she took my arm and led me toward our carriage.

"Tomorrow?" I asked inwardly groaning at whatever she had planned for me. I had hoped to relax tomorrow with my favorite book Pride and Prejudice.

"The Zambini Ball, remember. Goodness one would think you would care to remember the date of your first ball."

"I do my best to forget all social events," I said rolling my eyes waiting for the lecture that was sure to come. I struggled to climb into the carriage without falling or ripping my dress.

"Really Hermione, don't let people hear you talk like that or you shall never find a husband," my mom started, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry mom, you're right, I guess I'm just nervous about having to go to a ball and be in the company of other people besides you and Dad. I have never been a crowd person." It was true, I didn't hate getting dressed up; I actually liked that part. To feel beautiful, was an amazing feeling. I just hated being around people I didn't know; I wasn't good at making idle chatter. My palms were beginning to sweat by just thinking about tomorrow. I would have to spend the night with Jane Austen.

I lay in bed thinking over how Elizabeth fought against Mr. Darcy until the end of the novel. She wasn't overly excited about balls either, though she did attend them. I suppose a ball wouldn't be that bad if I met someone like Mr. Darcy there. Though hopefully, he wouldn't be as haughty as Mr. Darcy had been at his first ball. I fell asleep dreaming that I was dancing with Mr. Darcy.

I'm sorry the first chapter is so short it is an introductory chapter. I hope you enjoy this story. Please review and I promise to make the next chapter longer.