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As I lay in bed that night I couldn't help, but smile. Edward was charming and his family was actually very kind.
I heard a knock at my door and sat up making sure I looked decent, "Enter." I said loud enough for the person to hear me from across the large room.
My mother walked in, her hair in a braid instead of her usual tight bun, and did not dally, "I would like to know if you would come into the city tomorrow."
I thought about it for a minute and realized I would rather stay here and was about to say so when she added quickly, "Edward will not be here tomorrow and I believe Mr. and Mrs. Ryan have things to do."
I clamped my mouth shut and nodded, "I will come to the city with you tomorrow, but I must rest right now. Good night mother."
"Good night." My mother muttered leaving the room quickly.
I quickly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
The next day my mother and I were walk through a street in New York City and she looked different. She had a bit of color in her face and her hair hung loose and made me realize just how beautiful my mother's hair was. She was wearing a more casual dress as was I.
My mother looked at the name of a restaurant and gestured to it, "That is the place." She muttered and I wondered why this place.
I looked at the name, Josephine's Flying Machine, and thought of yesterday in the garden with Edward.
"Welcome ma'am and miss, may I ask how many?" a man a little older than me asked my mother replied two and he led us to a table.
About half way through our lunch a young girl who could not be more than ten came over and asked us if we were enjoying our meal.
"Hello ma'am and miss, I am Josephine and I own the restaurant with my Papa." She smiled a toothy smile and I couldn't help smile too. I even saw my mother smile.
A man, who I presumed to be the girl's father, then came over to apologize, but when he saw my mother he stopped.
"Rose?" I heard him whisper and looked up startled that someone called my mother by her first name.
My mother looked like she might cry and I didn't know what to do. I looked at the man and couldn't help, but think I had seen him somewhere. A crazy thought entered my mind, did he look like me?
I cleared my throat and the man looked at me and my heart stopped. I knew those eyes. Those eyes, those were my eyes!
"We should go." My mother said she threw down an amount of money and hurried out of the restaurant. I quickly followed her, but kept looking back at the man behind me.
"Who was that?" I asked still in shock after we hurried away from the restaurant.
"No one important." My mother mumbled, but that angered me obviously he wasn't no one.
"Why did we storm out of the restaurant then?" I asked as calmly as I could keep my voice.
"Are you hungry? We can go somewhere else." My mother said and even though I knew she was half trying I was done I wanted to know and it was right of her to keep this from me.
"Who is he? I know his eyes those are my eyes mother! I do not care what else you say because I know he is someone special and I want to know who he is. You do not react like this on a normal basis so I do not understand what could have possibly happened that you cannot tell me!" I snapped my breathing heavy looking straight into my mother's eyes while some people around us watched.
My mother blushed and pulled me to the car once we were in it she told the driver to go back to the estate and I glowered in her direction the whole ride.
When we got there I walked up to my room quietly, but with purpose and when I got there I went to close the door when it stopped on someone, my mother.
"You are never to speak like that to me again, do you understand that Savannah? That was completely inappropriate and embarrassed me."
"Storming out of a restaurant is not embarrassing then is it?" I asked sarcasm dripping from my words.
My mother took a deep breath, "You do not understand and you will not understand because you are an immature child."
"Oh, so I'm an immature child? You and your husband may just use me for whatever you wish, like marry me off? That is what makes me an immature child? The fact that I must put up with anything and everything that you and the abomination you married and the little ones you produced and I am wrong and immature here? I am afraid your vision is quite skewed mother."
"You will not talk to me like that anymore." My mother was glaring at me now.
"I will do what ever I please!" I snapped shooting my mother a look that could kill.
Then I felt a sharp stinging pain as she reached out and slapped me hard across the face.
I brought my hand to my cheek and shook my head. I instantly saw regret in my mother's eyes, but when she stepped towards me I took a step back shaking my head, "Get out."
With that my mother left and I went to my bed and cried for some time.
When I woke up I saw it was dark outside and realized I must have missed dinner. I sat up and felt sore as it seemed I had slept wrong and my corset pressed me so tightly.
"Miss Hockley?" I heard Gretchen calling me.
"Enter." I said and heard my throat was scratchy.
"It is late and the families wished me to tell you that they are all retiring if you were feeling better." Gretchen smiled at me, but I didn't understand.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, your mother told everyone at dinner you were not feeling well and your face was quite flustered, which I can see on your cheek."
I brought my hand to my cheek and it still stung, "Thank you I am not feeling well, good night."
Gretchen immediately left and I walked over to my window, a bird came and flew near my window and I smiled.
"If only I could be as free as you are beautiful bird." I sighed looking out into the dark night wondering what it would be like to fly. Fly out into the sky knowing I could go anywhere, maybe I would ask that of Mr. Ryan, and then I realized he would never let me do that.
I am a woman I will never be free.
I looked out at the garden and had an urge to run through it, but I had no idea why. I found myself taking off of my dress and undoing my corset. I put on a casual dress and some slippers. I undid the bun my hair was in and tip-toed out of my room. The house was still and I had no idea if anyone could here me, I hoped not.
When I got to the garden I had a new appreciation for flowers and lights. The garden was lit in a way you could only see it when you were standing there, but it made the garden romantic and beautiful.
I twirled and looked at the flowers for what seemed like hours when I heard footsteps. I quickly hid behind one of the trees and looked towards the gates.
A young man walked in and started to do what looked like watering the flowers, as he was doing so I heard him singing to himself.
"In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. She wheeled her wheel-barrow through the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive, alive oh!" The man had a beautiful singing voice and a thick Irish accent, it entranced me.
"Oi! Is someone there? Don't pretend! I see you step out the shadows!" I heard him call and knew he was talking to me.
I stepped slowly out of the shadows and looked into the man's light blue-almost gray eyes.
"I'm sorry; the garden is just so beautiful." I whispered.
The man looked at me for a moment and than whispered, "They are beautiful miss, I understand why you would want to be down here. Would you like me to tell you about the flowers?" I looked up and his eyes were soft now, his smile kind and I realized he couldn't be much older than me.
"The name is Liam, Liam Collins." He said extending his hand.
I smiled and shook his hand, "Savannah, just Savannah."
"Well, just Savannah let me show you my world." He said happily and I saw from the sparkle in his eyes and tone of his voice that this was his world, this garden, these flowers.
Liam showed me around the garden for a long time, we laughed and I had one of the best times I'd had in a while.
"Meet me here, same time tomorrow night?" he asked and even though it was very dark I could see hope in his eyes.
I smiled, "Of course." I whispered. With that I practically ran all the way back to the house and up to my room, I fell into a happy, restful sleep. I already looked forward to my time with Liam.
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