*Author's Note: It would be lovely if I could get someone to edit the chapters I write for me, also, any ideas for the title of the story would be gladly accepted, and you would be credited for it. xD I know, I'm lame, I can't come up with titles, only the stories. Like I said in the description, this is just a sneak peek of the story, and I have multiple directions this story could go, so bear with me as a write. The regular chapters will be longer than this.
Once again, it was that time of year. Homes lined up down the streets were decorated with greenery, ribbons, and tinsel. Each of them so wonderfully breathtaking that it put a sparkle in everyone's eye. Tall evergreen trees were cut down and stood up in these homes, near the windows of course. People enjoyed to show off how they decorated the prickly plants. Candles were placed delicately on each windowsill, and tiny flakes of snow fell magically from the sky. They covered everything in a cold sheet of white. Oh yes, it was that time of year again. When children were polite, and on their best behavior. When the toy shops filled their display windows with trains, and candy canes. Everybody's mood became pleasant. So pleasant in fact, that you could not walk down the street without receiving a greeting from nearly everyone you passed. That is, everyone's mood was pleasant except for one specific person.
Professor Henry Higgins.
"Oh hell to my mother and her bloody christmas parties!", he exclaimed from his bedroom, protesting like a disobedient child. Eliza opened his door a crack, and then poked her head in. Her hair layered masterfully upon her head in a such a way that it even left the Professor beside himself in awe.
"Awwwoh shut up an' 'urry will you?", she snapped back at him in her sharp cockney accent.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me!", Higgins blubbered out, getting a snort from Eliza in return. He almost flushed, feeling embarrassed and slightly angry that she had caught him off guard with her lovely face. Ever since her return it seemed all the more lovely to Henry. That she would choose to live with him, a mean old fart, instead of Freddy, a charming young man, would never ceased to amaze him.
"I promised your mother that we would be there early to help her set up, and now look at the time!", she pointed to the clock, speaking in her newly acquired, self-proclaimed "Lady Speach". "Now look at the time!", Eliza repeated, and pointed to the grandfather clock in the corner of his room again. A lock of her chocolate brown hair fell into her face as she jerked her arm towards the clock. Henry could not help but stare at her fondly. Her deep russet eyes seemed angry, but that didn't stop them from being wonderful.
"We have five minuted before the party begins!", Eliza exclaimed, "What will they all think if you, me, and Pickering all show up late? Hmm? You are her son, you should be the first one there.", She told him in that same sharp tone and then shut the door, breaking the connection that Henry had made between them.
"Damned Woman...", Henry muttered as he tightened up his tie. A warm smile slowly spread across his face.