Sonatina della Romance


(A Little Sonata of Romance)


Story by: BeeCatDuck
Idea: Elise the Writing Desk
Wonderful Wonder World series by QuinRose


Written: June 1st 2013
by: ImADuckQuack


Episode 1: Forza


Forza: musical force (Italian)


Crysta's PoV

Dinner. I don't see any cuisine on the marble table as usual. Not that I'd complain. I think my step-father is too rich, sometimes he'd put too many food on the table. We couldn't finish them most of the time. Unless it was ice cream. Or pudding. Because I love cold desserts~

Oh yeah, focus, Crys! What's this paper on the table in front of my place? Mother shouldn't keep her bad habit on putting things randomly. Like, one time she put her shoes on the radio. Or, she left her new, expensive bear-hide coat in the carriage. Oh, one time again, she left a plate of meat pie on top of the radio, and she forgot it for weeks...and it smelt so bad after that.

Goodness, Crysta! Just read the paper! Oh, it's just my marriage proposal to Count Sidney Black.

"..."

"Wait."

"..."

"..."

"MOTHER! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"

o-o

So this is my first time writing a diary. Why do I start writing it? It's not a special day...well, it's not a normal day either, but I think, I want to remember how I feel right now. Someone said, if I put out my feelings to the universe, maybe I can just move on with my life and then look back at this time as a joke.

My name is Crysta Evelyn Snowpidgeon. My mother married my step-father because he was a rich merchant. Yes, my mother, I honestly admit, is a money-sucking woman. I suppose I will burn in Hell for downing my own flesh, but Jesus Christ, I am no liar.

Two days ago, my step-father fell ill, and he's at the point of dying. Mother got very frantic, but she's openly worrying about the household. Money.

She fainted when she found my step-father's secret notes of billion loans. Presumably, we wouldn't get any inheritance if he died, not even a penny. For my mother, that is not good.

And you know, what? What is the most logical way to solve this, in my mother's version of brain?

I still remember how she told me everything, just thirty minutes ago...

"You're going to propose Count Sidney to become his wife!" she said decisively, and inhaled her cigaratte.

I narrowed my eyes in no-satisfication. "The question is; WHY!"

Mother planted the cigaratte into the ashtray and glared at me as if I'm an idiot.

"Because he's rich!"

"Not that again! Isn't it enough that you've get Mr. Snowpidgeon?"

"He's dying! And when he dies, we'll be left...penniless!" mother cried in fear, and stood to glower at me. "His loans are too big, Crys! We might have to dismiss the servants and even sell this manor! We'll have to...rent again!"

I groaned. "It's not the end of the world, mom!"

I was very taken aback when my own mother grabbed my shoulders and glared intensely to me.

"It is the end!" she yelled. "I refuse to be poor! I'd rather die!"

I should've known this, but getting it for real always shocks me. My mother hated to work. She lived off from pleasuring men and she looked down at poor people. She had an Everest-high pride. Whenever she's at edge like this, well...you've seen what happened. She'd rather die.

"Like it or not, you will marry Count Sidney!"

Trying to calm myself, I tried to speak softly. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"Well what do you think he's throwing a ball for?"

"Wait, so I'm not the only one who proposes?"

Mother scoffed impatiently while lighting another cigar. "Fool! He's a young, rich, famous, acclaimed gentleman; the only heir of Black Family! How can you think you can be so special? There are almost thirty women whom I heard have proposed by now, including you. He still have them sorted for his preferences and requirements."

I frowned. "What requirements?"

My mother huffed out smoke and leaned back to the expensive chair. The nicotine had gotten to her nerves, calming her down.

"Coming from a good family; check. Household's income above three thousands a year; check...for now. Beautiful," she stared at me up and down, then checked her own reflection on the nearest window. "...check."

Oh, she's always pissing me off.

"Knitting; check. Cooking; check. Musical ability; not yet."

o-o

Third Person

The series of events eventually brought Crysta Snowpidgeon to Crescendo Academy; a music institution which was coincidentally owned by the Black Family.

Crysta held a growl as she pulled her suitcase through the crowds of other students.

Mission: learn to play an instrument

Optional Mission: flirt with Sidney Black whenever you've got the chance.

She couldn't believe that she's doing this.

Following the building's map, she entered the Teacher's Longue. It was empty—no, there was a teacher at the far-end of the room. Leaving her suitcase by the door, she slowly approached the teacher.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Oh! What?" the man had ginger-colored hair which he tied, and he was obviously shocked by her presence. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses. "Oh, are you one of the new students? Aren't you supposed to come to the assembly?"

Crysta smiled apologetically. "I signed in last minutes, so I didn't send my suitcase. I need to take it first to the dorm, sir. M-My name is Crysta Snowpidgeon."

"..."

Crysta looked away. She was very, very, VERY shy to male. Flirting with Sidney Black would be an optional mission that she would NEVER do. She wondered how she could be related to her mother; that woman had no shame with men, the complete opposite of Crysta.

"..."

"...Sir."

"Oh, sorry. Um, I...you're just..." he smiled, blushing awkwardly. "Y-You're very pretty."

For the first time, Crysta couldn't help but look straight at a man. He was glancing away, and blushing. She felt her cheeks burning. Because...he's being honest.

"C-C-C-Can you j-just sh..." the young woman facepalmed and closed her eyes angrily. "Please show me to my dorm, sir."

"Oh, sure...please wait outside. I'm trying to find a book." The man said with a worried frown. Crysta curtsied and walked away, but then stopped as she noticed a book on the floor.

It wasn't a book. It was a diary.

"Sir...?"

"Please wait outside, Miss Snowpidgeon."

"But...um..." Crysta bit her lowerlip and carefully peeked to the book. It was named; Mary Gowland. The girl blinked and then glanced back to the teacher.

'Now, he's a guy. He couldn't possibly be looking for this. I mean, this is Mary Gowland...the owner has to be a woman, right?'

"..."

'What if...he's stealing this diary because he has a crush with this Mary woman? Poor lady! I should just keep it until I meet her!'

"...Miss Snowpidgeon?" Crysta flinched and paled when she looked up to see the teacher scowling and turned pale.

"Excuse me, that's mine." He mumbled, his face was obviously heating up. His hand was up, waiting for her to give the diary.

Crysta frowned and held it close. "Y-You're...looking for a diary?"

He cleared his throat. "Y-Yes."

Crysta blinked as she got another thought. "Are you sure this is the one? This diary belongs to Miss Mary Gowland, you see?"

*COUGH* *COUGH*

"...Th-Th...That's..." *cough*

"...?"

The man facepalmed and groaned, it was visible from his ears that he was completely red.

"That's my name." He mumbled again.

Crysta gaped with a confused look.

"Huh?"

The man huffed and looked away, though Crysta could see it clearly that he was still red.

"M-My name is Mary Gowland."


Duck: Yeee~ This is our first collab~ Sorry if it's short~! Who wants to write it next?

Elise: Next chapter will be written by BrokenBlackCat! Stay tuned! ;)