Could this change? Once again, I was leaning on the balcony, summer breeze cuddling my curls. Could this change?
Every year, since I was fourteen, my parents would do a ball in my honor.
Ha! Honor! They wanted me to find him. The man to marry me. I refused to take a particular taste at anyone; I stood by love. Naïve, they said I was. Probably, but I chose that way and I stay by my thoughts.
"Miss Gabriella!" Anna called. My maid was asking for me. It must be time, I sighed.
"Coming!" I answered, loud enough for her to hear me. I walked back into my room, and sat by the armchair, decorated by gold lines, while Anna got my gown out of my closet. A golden and blood red velvet beautiful gown. I slowly got up, and Anna helped me undress.
In a matter of twenty minutes, I sat in front of the dressing table and I picked up the golden brush. I stared at the mirror, noticing some changes since last years. My lines had gotten more mature and even in my silhouette you could notice that I was older. Eighteen.
"Miss, everyone's waiting," Anna suddenly said behind me. I had forgotten she was there. Anna's hands were subtle, I forgot she was enlacing my hair. Rainbows and colored straps of cetin laid on my head, while the end of my curls laid on my shoulders.
"Thank you, Anna," I politely got up and walked to the door. Again, I sighed. My heart ached, knowing m parents wouldn't leave the choice up to me for much longer. I had begged for they to give me a chance of being happy. To choose my own marriage. Out of love by their child, they agreed to do so. Their limit was eighteen. If, until the end of this year, I hadn't choose an appropriate candidate, they would do it themselves.
My hand ran down the marble handrail of the wondrous staircase that led to the ball room. Many people I would face today. Too many, for my disposition.
My steps were slow, and hesitating. My mother was smiling at me, waiting at the end of the staircase, beside my father.
I reached them in few seconds, and I felt every eye of the room locked on me. I smiled at my mother.
"Gabrielle, there are some people I want you to meet."
I nodded, and started to follow her. My eyes were caught by a young man, standing near a window. Pale ocean eyes stared with curiosity, and I wondered who he could be.
He walked towards me, and a few steps away, my mother realized to who I was looking at. She pushed me towards rudely, as if to get me away of the astonishing sight.