-1Mother looked absolutely breathe taking in her white laced ball gown. I remember she smelled of expensive perfume from the finest boutiques in Paris. Her golden hair was pin back to show her gorgeous but serious face. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
" Mommy!" I remember crying, running to her side before she had even finished parading down the steps. I grabbed her around her waist not wanting to ever let go. I loved her so much, I never had enough time with her. She loved me, but being the Governor's wife she had many other things to worry about besides me.
" Now, Elizabeth, do remember to act like a lady." she told me sternly but at the same time in love. Even though I was only 6 at that time, she was teaching me to act and look like a proper lady. I had been made up to with my blonde hair tightly curled and a miniature ball gown with satin gloves. It's hard to believe looking at myself now.
" Yes Mother." I answered in my most adult like voice.
" Much better, now where is your father?" but of course she wasn't talking to me, but to herself. She did that quite often when she was frustrated. But she would never let it show on her face. As a lady she had to always hide such emotion.
I mimicked her serious face and followed behind her, trying to glide and follow each footstep exactly like hers. Besides a few slips and trips I managed to follow behind, a complete miniature replica of my mother.
" What are you doing, Lizzie?" my heart leapt at the sound of my fathers voice.
" There you are! I have been looking all over for you, and dear please try to call her Elizabeth!" my mother complained to my father, somehow managing to talk through her smile. I always wondered how she did that. I had often tried to do so in the mirror but it always looked like I had tasted some bad wine.
" Yes, yes, Dear, but please try to enjoy the party." my father winked at me, taking my mother's arm in his and joining the party with the other couples there.
I watched my mother dance, she was so beautiful on the dance floor in her gown, I wished I was able to glide the way she did. Every thing looked so effortless, but I knew all to well it wasn't.
I silently wished that my parents always looked like they did then, so carefree and in love. But all I could do was sit there and enjoy the moment.