Okay, this is pretty short, but it happens. Hopefully you'll like it anyways. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I'm feeling loved right now. I will try to work on making my Felicity more…Felicity-ish. That's why she doesn't really say much in this chapter. So enjoy!
By the way, I'm still not Libba Bray. And I still don't own any characters. But I just might have to invent a new one just so I can say I own a character. Moving on…
"Miss Doyle," Mrs. Nightwing called. I skidded to a stop and faced her. "I just received a letter addressed to you from someone." I took the envelope and tore it opened. Then I gasped at what I read:
Gemma,
By the time you receive this letter, I will be very close to arriving at Spence. I have come to realize and understand that your rejection of Mr. Middleton was due to the shock of the death of that patient at Bedlam that you became so attached to. I discussed this with Mr. Middleton and he completely agrees. He is accompanying me to Spence so he can see you. He plans to propose to you, Gemma. And you will say yes. You no longer have a choice in the matter. Refuse him, and our family will be shamed to no end. I will be there to make sure you accept. Make us proud, Gemma.
Grandmother
I stared at the letter in shock, not sure how to react. As much as I wanted to believe that Grandmother would never make me wed someone I didn't love, I knew her shallowness would cause her to do anything as long as a climb in the social ladder was involved. I folded the letter and put it in the bodice of my dress. It was only then that I realized my hands were shaking.
By the time you receive this letter, I will be very close to arriving at Spence. They could come anytime now. And I will get proposed to. This thought stays with me as I numbly walk out of art. Felicity and Ann are both waiting for me and Ann is rubbing her hands together.
"What took you so long?" Felicity asks impatiently. I open my mouth to answer, but no words come out. Only a strangled gurgle escapes my lips. Ann and Felicity both eye me with horrified expressions at my outburst.
On top of everything that has happened, I seem to snap at those expressions. I giggle and attempt to say, "I'm fine, really," but it comes out as hysterics murmurs. I know I'm beginning to sound like I belong in Bedlam with the other lunatics. My knees begin to shake and the last thing I see is Felicity calling to Mrs. Nightwing before everything goes black.
Like I said, kinda short. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Have suggestions? I won't know unless you review!