Alice's Point of View
"My word, you both look extravagant" Complimented mother as she rushed over to open the door.
Mother was as usual very beautiful. Today she wore a dress that really showed off her figure. I was always the slow maturing one, I wonder if I will ever get a figure as beautiful as my mothers. My father walked down the stairs in a very handsome suit and complimented Cynthia and I.
"My little girls are growing up into two very beautiful ladies" He pecked each of us on the cheek and proceeded to stand beside my mother as she opened the door.
Mr. and Mrs.Wittle were the first to arrive. I did not like them very much because they never gave me the respect I deserved.
"Mary, how darling" Mrs. Wittle sniffed as she appraised me.
"Ah Cynthia, you look absolutely beautiful. You're looking more like your mother everyday. I take it you liked the dress I sent you?" Mrs. Wittle hadn't said any lies. Cynthia was looking more like mother everyday, but I was still envious of her comments.
I understand I shouldn't feel this way. After all she is my sister and I should be proud that people find her beautiful. The evening dragged on and soon it was time for dinner.
I found dinner parties quite boring. Children no matter what the age could not speak unless they were asked to. We had to sit through hours and hours of quite boring conversations. The most I could do was communicate with Cynthia through our facial expressions, which was quite amusing at times.
Cynthia was so much more creative than I was, all I could do was smile or frown, but my sister would wiggle her eyebrows and do all sorts of amusing things.
Father saw us and
winked. That's what I loved about father, he was never as serious
as mother.
"..Isn't that right, Mary?" I believe I was being
talked to by Mrs. Hasten.
"Pardon me?" I've had my share of talking to old ladies; I knew that politeness was always important.
"Isn't it important to keep an eye out for future husbands? I got married at your age, you know. And once you get any older it might not be as simple." I did not want to get married. I did understand that at this age, marriage was important. But I believed that I was still a child.
"I believe that I should have a say in when or when not to get married. I assume I will be getting married in 2 years, but until then I prefer not to worry about certain details such as this. This is because I know that my true love is out there." I told Mrs. Hansen exactly what was on my mind and it was the complete truth.
I looked around and saw my sister's face. She looked amused and proud, she smiled at me. And then I finally turned around to face my mother and Mrs. Hansen. They both had shocked looks on their faces, and my mother's face was a bit redder, I was assuming that it was because she was embarrassed.
She quickly changed the topic and I felt quite smug. A couple of hours later, everyone had left our house.
My sister and I slowly crept up the stairs and headed to bed. I did not want to deal with my mother's rage right this instant.
I had a feeling that by morning she would be in a better mood.
I heard a knock on my door. I assumed it was morning, and that it was my nursemaid waking me up. I was surprised when it was my mother's head who peeped through when the door was opened.
I was suddenly self conscious and wondered if my hair was a mess or if she could smell my horrid morning breath.
"Good morning, my little bug" Mother seemed to be in a good mood. I tried to wonder different reasons for this unexplained positive ness but I just could not figure this problem out. I decided to leave it at this and keep it a mystery.
"Good morning, mother" I answered in a very drowsy tone, I guess I went to bed a little too late yesterday.
"I wanted to go to town today to pick up some errands and go grocery shopping. Cynthia is at her friend's home and I thought that you would have liked to join me today." Mother smiled. Mother never went grocery shopping; it was always the maids who have done this for us. Mother has also never invited me to go run errands with her.
I assumed that she wanted to casually show off to the town, after yesterday's dinner party and I assumed she had some news to be picked up.
"I would love to go, mother" I answered, this time clearer because I was awaken by the good news.
"Meet me downstairs, after you're dressed. We won't be eating breakfast at home. I thought it would be nice to eat breakfast out with you." My mother left my door way and I assumed she proceeded to her room to change.
I was very excited. This was a first and I would never have expected it, especially after yesterday night.
I walked over to my closet and picked out my favourite dress. This was going to be a good day.
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