Rebecca Worthington and her younger sister Emily were preparing for a ball to be held in their parent's home, Rebecca was 18 and as calm and patient as a rose bud; whereas Emily was 16 and about as giddy and impatient as a schoolgirl. Emily finished tying her corset strings and slipped on her pink and white colored gown, she tied her hair into a ponytail with a bright blue ribbon. Rebecca was not as eager and took her time getting dressed, she just simply sat at her table and brushed her light chestnut hair.
"Becky, you must get dressed! The guests will be here soon." Emily said eagerly
"I am not one to rush down stairs just to act like a silly fool on the dancefloor, my dear sister." Rebecca said solemnly
Emily shrugged her shoulders and slipped on her socks and then her black leather shoes, she tossed her older sister her false-hip undergarment and her gold-colored gown. Rebecca sighed and slipped on both articles of clothing, she then proceeded to dress her hair into what could only be described as a formal bun, she grabbed a thin string of pearls and strung it across her hair. She slipped on her cream-colored socks and brown boots. They both walked slowly to the staircase, where three men were waiting; David Mercer, Cutler Beckett, and James Norrington.
"They all look so handsome." Emily whispered in Rebecca's ear.
"Tolerable, at least, my dear sister. Do not be so quick in taking their arm." Rebecca warned
Emily left Rebecca's side and hopped down the last of the steps, she smiled eagerly and curtseyed for the gentlemen as they bowed. Rebecca finally reached the quartet, she curtseyed a bit more calmly and elegantly than her sister, the men bowed once more.
"How are you this evening, Miss Worthington?" Beckett asked
"I'm quite well, sir." Rebecca said with a polite smile
Rebecca turned her attention from Beckett to Emily who was chatting and smiling with a dreamy look in her eye at Norrington, she grabbed her arm and led her into the ballroom where there parents were waiting. The lives of the Worthington siblings were about to change but the question was: WHO was going to change them?
