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Amanda Smith crept as quietly as possible back into the darkened room. She could hear the steady, shallow breathing of her mistress, Annabella Byer over the white noise of the nearby ocean. Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Byer awakened from her precious beauty sleep was not something that Amanda was particularly in the mood for. Of course, Miss Byer in any state of awake ness was not something that Amanda was ever particularly in the mood for. Miss Byer's crankiness was something that Amanda usually avoided at all costs but tonight Amanda had risked getting up for a moment of fresh air. She had been restless in the heavy blanketed cot that lay at the foot of Miss Byer's bed. The sticky Caribbean night air combined with the multiple comforters had gotten her itchy and sweaty enough to finally creep out of the bed chamber, down the stairs, out the door, and onto the front porch where she had stood for quite sometime.
It was a lovely night if one wasn't smothered by blankets. The night air was hot and humid but in a way that Amanda found most pleasant. She had been enjoying standing there looking out at the small port and vast ocean that lay just beyond it until she noticed a very odd and almost ominous looking ship just pulling into port. It was strange, it seemed as if it had almost come out of nowhere. The vessel was, of all colors, black. Amanda couldn't quite figure out why, but the ship made her very nervous, frightened really. A shiver went down her spine and she was suddenly aware that she was wearing only a thin chemise. She also noticed that the night air had at some point gotten quite chilly. Amanda decided that it was definitely time to go back to bed. After she had crept back into the room taking every precaution to stay quiet she slipped back into bed, finally grateful for the warmth of the covers.
* The morning came all too soon for Amanda. She got out of the comfortable cot with a very audible yawn, which consequently awakened her mistress. "Honestly Amanda, must you be sooo noisy when you wake?" asked the young woman from the four post bed. Amanda rolled her blue eyes at the snoozing form but answered as sweetly as possible, "I am very sorry miss, and I will make an effort to be quieter tomorrow morning." A grunt was her only answer. Amanda dressed as quickly and quietly as possible into a plain dress that matched her eyes, and then pulled back her black tresses. Miss Byer had finally gotten up from the bed and Amanda couldn't help but glance at her mistress with a bit of jealousy. The two girls were both seventeen and pretty but Annabella was without question the prettier of the two. It was argued by many young men that Annabella Byer was the loveliest girl in all of the colonies. Annabella had high cheekbones, a tiny nose, and a perfect chin. Her large green eyes resembled emeralds set against the perfect delicacy of her face. Amanda's only truly beautiful feature was her ebony hair but men always favored Annabella's blond locks so Amanda never even tried to outshine Annabella. After all, gentlemen prefer blondes. After Amanda had finished lacing Annabella's perfect figure into an equally perfect dress the two went downstairs for breakfast. Annabella ate breakfast with her father and mother but Amanda ate in the servant's kitchen. All the other servants of the household had already eaten and vacated the kitchen so Amanda ate by herself and took the time to think. She was never sure if she liked or disliked her mistress. She could be nice and fun if she was in a good mood but she could also be an absolute bitch if she was in a bad one. Amanda didn't really have anyone else that she could consider a friend because she had to spend all her time with Annabella and her parents were still in Ireland raising their other seven children. Amanda had been working at the Byer's estate since she was twelve and had come to think of it as home and of Annabella as an almost sister/friend type companion. She knew she was lucky to have a roof over her head and food in her belly, but there were times when she wished she didn't have to work or answer to anyone. She began to daydream of what it would be like to be so rich she wouldn't have to ever work. She imagined wearing fancy dresses and owning multiple horses and spending her days leisurely. She would, of course, have a ridiculously handsome husband who doted on her and whom she loved so desperately it would make her chest hurt to even be near him. That was how she had always imagined love to be like. She had never come close to being in love but she knew that one day would be in love, and she would be able to tell because her chest would hurt. That's how her mother had described it. It would start as a feeling of tightening on the left side of her chest, right over her heart and then it would turn into a tingling almost burning sensation as if the heart was exhausted and overworked from loving so hard. . . "RING! RING! RING!" The bell that her mistress used to summon her interrupted her very pleasant daydream. Amanda came back to reality as she realized that as long as Annabella Smith was around no man would ever give her a second glance.
Amanda Smith crept as quietly as possible back into the darkened room. She could hear the steady, shallow breathing of her mistress, Annabella Byer over the white noise of the nearby ocean. Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Byer awakened from her precious beauty sleep was not something that Amanda was particularly in the mood for. Of course, Miss Byer in any state of awake ness was not something that Amanda was ever particularly in the mood for. Miss Byer's crankiness was something that Amanda usually avoided at all costs but tonight Amanda had risked getting up for a moment of fresh air. She had been restless in the heavy blanketed cot that lay at the foot of Miss Byer's bed. The sticky Caribbean night air combined with the multiple comforters had gotten her itchy and sweaty enough to finally creep out of the bed chamber, down the stairs, out the door, and onto the front porch where she had stood for quite sometime.
It was a lovely night if one wasn't smothered by blankets. The night air was hot and humid but in a way that Amanda found most pleasant. She had been enjoying standing there looking out at the small port and vast ocean that lay just beyond it until she noticed a very odd and almost ominous looking ship just pulling into port. It was strange, it seemed as if it had almost come out of nowhere. The vessel was, of all colors, black. Amanda couldn't quite figure out why, but the ship made her very nervous, frightened really. A shiver went down her spine and she was suddenly aware that she was wearing only a thin chemise. She also noticed that the night air had at some point gotten quite chilly. Amanda decided that it was definitely time to go back to bed. After she had crept back into the room taking every precaution to stay quiet she slipped back into bed, finally grateful for the warmth of the covers.
* The morning came all too soon for Amanda. She got out of the comfortable cot with a very audible yawn, which consequently awakened her mistress. "Honestly Amanda, must you be sooo noisy when you wake?" asked the young woman from the four post bed. Amanda rolled her blue eyes at the snoozing form but answered as sweetly as possible, "I am very sorry miss, and I will make an effort to be quieter tomorrow morning." A grunt was her only answer. Amanda dressed as quickly and quietly as possible into a plain dress that matched her eyes, and then pulled back her black tresses. Miss Byer had finally gotten up from the bed and Amanda couldn't help but glance at her mistress with a bit of jealousy. The two girls were both seventeen and pretty but Annabella was without question the prettier of the two. It was argued by many young men that Annabella Byer was the loveliest girl in all of the colonies. Annabella had high cheekbones, a tiny nose, and a perfect chin. Her large green eyes resembled emeralds set against the perfect delicacy of her face. Amanda's only truly beautiful feature was her ebony hair but men always favored Annabella's blond locks so Amanda never even tried to outshine Annabella. After all, gentlemen prefer blondes. After Amanda had finished lacing Annabella's perfect figure into an equally perfect dress the two went downstairs for breakfast. Annabella ate breakfast with her father and mother but Amanda ate in the servant's kitchen. All the other servants of the household had already eaten and vacated the kitchen so Amanda ate by herself and took the time to think. She was never sure if she liked or disliked her mistress. She could be nice and fun if she was in a good mood but she could also be an absolute bitch if she was in a bad one. Amanda didn't really have anyone else that she could consider a friend because she had to spend all her time with Annabella and her parents were still in Ireland raising their other seven children. Amanda had been working at the Byer's estate since she was twelve and had come to think of it as home and of Annabella as an almost sister/friend type companion. She knew she was lucky to have a roof over her head and food in her belly, but there were times when she wished she didn't have to work or answer to anyone. She began to daydream of what it would be like to be so rich she wouldn't have to ever work. She imagined wearing fancy dresses and owning multiple horses and spending her days leisurely. She would, of course, have a ridiculously handsome husband who doted on her and whom she loved so desperately it would make her chest hurt to even be near him. That was how she had always imagined love to be like. She had never come close to being in love but she knew that one day would be in love, and she would be able to tell because her chest would hurt. That's how her mother had described it. It would start as a feeling of tightening on the left side of her chest, right over her heart and then it would turn into a tingling almost burning sensation as if the heart was exhausted and overworked from loving so hard. . . "RING! RING! RING!" The bell that her mistress used to summon her interrupted her very pleasant daydream. Amanda came back to reality as she realized that as long as Annabella Smith was around no man would ever give her a second glance.