Fan Fiction
Wives and Daughters
I do not own the copyrights to this particular movie or book.
Note: First: I do not have access to the book. I have only seen the movie. Therefore I knew if I tried writing a few of the of the names they'd not be correctly spelled due to the nature of the thing called sound. Therefore, please, do not take offense I have avoided writing down the names for a few of the characters. Second: My beta reader is busy therefore I hope this piece does not read too horribly bad. And last: This is a one shot monologue by my OC who has -according to my muse- optd to stay anonymous.
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I AM NOBODY
I quietly sit to the side of the gathering at the Hamley estate. My eyes fall on Molly and Roger. They're extremely unigue people. They do not judge according to society rules, she keeps confidences exceptionally well and her face radiates pure kindness. I think she's got to be one of the sweetest girls in the word; one who thankfully has a mouth as tight as a steel trap.
A tight mouth is not what I think of when I look at Cynthia. I think the gal means well, but she's far too flighty for my taste. It is with that thought my eyes fall on the good doctor. That man is a saint as far as I am concerned. I can't even bring myself to say the woman's name for the simple fact she makes me cringe. Okay, maybe, that's not nice to say and maybe she's not all that bad. Nonetheless I think she's far more interested in fashion than is healthy.
Fashion, now that's something that even makes me smile when I look at Lady Harriett. Her taste in clothing is divine, but it does not seem to have tampered with her good nature. It would be grand to say it reached to that elderly female relative of hers, but it doesn't. The woman's voice and manners make me more than silently cringe; they make me shudder outright. In fact, I think I'd rather listen to someone's fingernails going down the black chalkboard at the local school rather than to have a conversation with that woman.
Thankfully, the cringe is pulled back before anyone sees it and my eyes fall on Aimee, her son, and her father-in-law Mr. Hamley. Aimee's a quiet beauty, and her son seems to be growing into quite the little gentleman. My eyes glue themselves onto Mr. Hamley who thankfully has his back turned to me.
In some ways I think the man is far too arrogant when it comes to his daughter-in-law, no, arrogant isn't the right word. The man has a good heart and sees far more than people give him credit for. So, no, he is not arrogant, he was simply right down clueless when the wife of his eldest first arrived.
I think it is fortunate for Aimee that Molly had such an influence on him even before she married Roger, or else the beautiful French lady very well may have found herself back in France; without her son.
"Ma'am, are you leaving already?" Mr. Hamley's butler speaks as I slip inside to get my coat.
"I have obligations to meet." It is all I say as I slip out the door. The real reason I leave is simple: I am in love with Mr. Hamley but I am nobody. Nobody that is, that belongs in their society, or circles for I am far below even Molly's previous status, and far too young for him. I am only attending due to Molly's extreme generosity. No, rather than to make a fool of myself and embarrass him, I will leave quietly without fuss or fanfare. It is with that thought I close the door and walk away from the gathering.