Chapter 1
"Rose, Rose, Rose, wake up!" my two younger brothers burst into the room, waking me up
I rolled to my other side trying to ignore them. I loved them to death and I would do anything for them but I just wanted a couple of more minutes to sleep.
"Rosalie Lillian, wake up!" John, my fourteen year old brother, shouted in my ear
"I told you to never call me that" I shouted back at him. He had a grin on his face, he knew he had won. He also knew that I hated being called by my two names together, they were such a mouthful
"Ha, ha, got you to wake up" Landon said. He was just 8 years old
Both my brothers looked like me. They had the same perfect blond hair, the blue eyes that looked almost violet, and the same smooth, soft white skin; we all looked like angels.
"Ugh, fine" I threw my long legs over the edge and got up.
My brothers ran out of the room probably to tell my mother that I was up. I walked over to the windows next to my post bed and drew open the thick red velvety curtains to let the sun shine in.
1933, Rochester, New York; my hometown, this is where I lived and had lived now for 18 years.
"Miss Hale, your bath's ready" the servant girl, Lydia, poked her head through my door, before knocking slightly. Lydia was a bit older than me, maybe in her twenties, but not as pretty. In fact, she was horrible. She had messy, short, red hair, her eyebrows almost met in the middle and she had chicken pox marks all over her face and body
"Thank you, Lydia" I answered without as much as a look in her direction. She walked out and I walked over to the bathroom across the hall.
I closed the door behind me, took off my nightgown, put my blond wavy hair up and got into the tub of hot water. I cleaned myself up and ten minutes later, I was out of the bathroom and in my room.
Apparently, Lydia or my mother chose my dress for the day because one of my best dresses was laying on top of the post bed. It was a low cut, blue dress.
I zipped it up, put on the black boots that matched and let my hair down; it reached the middle of my back.
I went downstairs and into the dining room. My mother and brothers were already there waiting for me to start breakfast; my father was already out of the house for work.
"Hello, dear. Did you sleep well?" asked my mother looking up to me with a smile. She looked a lot like me except with short black hair and she was shorter in size.
"Yes, mother, splendid" I answered seating across from her. I hated having to talk like I was English with all the correct names and the fancy words. But if fancy words would make everybody love me as they already did, I had to keep up the act.
Lydia put the bowl of oatmeal in front of me and left the room to continue her chores through out the house.
"Listen, darling, your father left this morning in such a rush to talk with Mr. King about some serious business and he seemed to have forgotten his lunch" my mom said without looking at me
"Well, why don't you have Lydia take it to him?"
"Well, you know how he loves his angel girl and he hasn't seen you at all today, so why don't you take it to him before lunch?" my mother never asked me to walk all the way to the bank just to give my father his lunch.
"Sure, mom. Will Lydia be my chaperone?" I hated having a chaperone go with me everywhere but one didn't want to seem so lower class as to roam around the streets of New York alone.
"Uh, no dear"
"Then, who's going to go with me?" she never let me go anywhere alone, in order to "protect me"
"Your brothers are going to go with you and on your way you have to drop them off at their music lessons" my brothers took piano lessons just like I had at their age
"Of course, mother"
"Good girl"
I spent the rest of the day playing the piano to my brothers in the parlor.
"Honey, it's time you took your brothers to their lessons" my mother said interrupting the song that John had requested
"Ok"
"Boys, why don't you get your coats before you go? It's freezing outside"
"Ok, mother" and they ran back up the stairs to their rooms
"Honey, why don't you wear your white organza and your hair up?"
"Why? I'm only going to the bank to give father his lunch"
"But a lady must always look her best, if one wants to find a suitable husband" she said with a smile. My life was always revolved as to how a lady should act, dress, and talk because my parents wanted to find me a "suitable" husband.
My parents were very proud of my beauty, the treated me like I was an angel sent from the heavens above. It was obvious that I was their first and favorite priority.
"Lydia, why don't you get Miss Hale her white organza and some pins for her hair?" mother said to Lydia who had been opening the windows to let some fresh air in.
"Yes, miss"
Later on, my mom kissed the three of us goodbye, handed me my father's lunch bag and practically pushed us out the door
Out in the streets, the sidewalks weren't as busy as other weekdays. But what didn't change was the way people looked at me when I passed them by. Women envied my beauty and the attention I got from men or their husbands; and men lusted after me like I was an exquisite wine. In the past, I have had a few men ask my parents for my hand in marriage but none of them were good enough. They weren't good enough for me because they weren't either rich enough or handsome enough for my parents' taste. My parents were basically what we called social climbers; they yearned for more than this middle class we lead. They wanted to be rich and famous and the only way to get it was through me and my beauty.
I dropped off my brothers at the same building where I took my classes when I was younger.
"Hello, Mr. Doyle, how do you do?" I said to the same old man who taught me how to play the piano
"Hello, Rosalie, my dear" he took my hand and slobbered it when he kissed it
"Now, you two better be on your best behavior or I'll tell father" I said before kissing my two brothers and then wiping hand subtlety behind my back.
When I entered the bank where my father, John Hale, worked; I noticed a certainly handsome young man talking to my father.
I stood next to my dad and waited for them to finish their conversation. My father was the one who had given me and my brothers our blonde wavy hair, he was tall and slender.
"Hello, dear. How are you?" asked my father giving me a kiss on the forehead
"Fine, father. I have brought you your lunch, you seemed to have forgotten it" conveniently. I handed him the bag, while I could feel the young man's eyes on me
"Thank you, angel"
"Mr. King, may I present to you my daughter, Miss Rosalie Hale" my father put his hand on my back and pushed me towards Mr. King
"How do you do?" I asked extending out my hand
"Fine now that I have finally met you, Miss Hale. My name is Royce King II" he said while kissing my hand. He had lighter hair than me and his eyes were pale blue. I could see and feel on my hand that he was strong and muscular. He was also very rich; his father was the owner of this bank, the most famous one in all of New York. He was just like I had imagined my prince charming.
"Pleasure to meet you"
"The pleasure is all mine" he said
"Now, darling, why don't you go back home?"
"Alone, father?" I asked him with sad eyes, working my charm on Mr. King, just like my parents wanted me to do in front of a man from society, one eligible to be my husband.
"Doesn't she have a chaperone with her?" he asked
"Well, yes, I did. My brothers, but I dropped them off at their music lessons" I answered him.
"Would you like me to walk you home?" he said offering his arm for me
"No, that's ok. I wouldn't want to trouble you or interrupt your work" I said slowly backing away. He was totally falling for it
"No, it's no trouble at all. Mr. Hale and I were just finished" he said, offering his arm once more
"Well, if you shall insist" I said with a smile and linking my hand through his strong arm
The whole walk home Royce kept asking me questions of my life; I didn't bother asking him any because everybody in Rochester knew everything about them.
"It was a pleasure meeting you and walking you to your home, Miss Hale" he said tipping his hat
"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. King" I said with a slight smile
"I would really like to see you again" he said before kissing my hand
"That could be arranged. Good day to you, Mr. King" I said before smiling and entering my home
When I entered the parlor, my mother was waiting for me and as soon as she saw me, she jumped at me with a bunch of questions.
"Did you find your father?"
"Yes, I did, mom"
"Was everything all right?"
"Yes, mother"
At the end, she got frustrated and asked me the most obvious question that made me conclude that this had all been a set up so I could meet Royce.
"Was your trip to the bank uneventful?"
"Now, that you mention, no, it wasn't"
"What happened?" she asked with a fake surprise
"Well, I met Mr. King's son, Royce King II, and he walked me home"
"Was he nice? Did you like him?"
"Yes, he was the perfect gentleman" I answered, a huge grin appeared on her face
"Well, wasn't that nice? Now, you know what I mean when I say that a lady must always look her best"
"Yes, mother, now I do" Now, I know how you just want me to get married to a rich man, so you can get rich. But no matter, Royce was a fine man and I think that I would be very happy with him
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