Haha I kinda forgot where I was going with all of this...wrote the beginning MONTHS ago...but it'll be good, none the less. ï
"Thank you for coming, Miss Swann!" one of the maids at the Governor's house said happily, waving goodbye to Elizabeth. "Yes, do come again!" said the cook. "I will, I will!" Elizabeth said, laughing. It was always fun to visit the maids, her friends who had taken care of her for most of her life. Seeing her father again was a plus, too. As soon as he, surprised, saw his daughter running up the hill (it wasn't too far a walk from her and Will's house) he had called together all the cooks and maids and told them to create a feast. And what a feast it was! Mashed potatoes with luscious melt-in-your-mouth gravy, filet mignon cooked to perfection, seemingly endless rows of delicious biscuits, and for desert, Elizabeth's favorite, apple pie from the ripest apples of their own fields. They ate in the dining room, beautifully decorated with flowers, candles, fake fruit bowls, and colorful streamers. Afterwards, they had played crochet in the backyard, all the while the maids enjoying chatting and laughing with Elizabeth about the ups and the few downs of married life with Will. Yes, Elizabeth had had a fine time, but it was high time to go home to her eagerly awaiting husband. As she was walking through the deserted streets(it was 9 o'clock; the shops were closed) she heard a faint rustle of clothing. "Who's there?" Elizabeth whispered, whizzing around. All she saw was darkness. A little faster now, she kept walking. Again, though louder, a rustle and a grunt. "Leave me alone! I'm the governor's daughter!" she shrieked. Then, from behind the corner, the source of the sounds appeared. Seeing it, Elizabeth's fear left her, leaving behind a giggle of relief. "Hello, Jack," she said.
"Thank you for coming, Miss Swann!" one of the maids at the Governor's house said happily, waving goodbye to Elizabeth. "Yes, do come again!" said the cook. "I will, I will!" Elizabeth said, laughing. It was always fun to visit the maids, her friends who had taken care of her for most of her life. Seeing her father again was a plus, too. As soon as he, surprised, saw his daughter running up the hill (it wasn't too far a walk from her and Will's house) he had called together all the cooks and maids and told them to create a feast. And what a feast it was! Mashed potatoes with luscious melt-in-your-mouth gravy, filet mignon cooked to perfection, seemingly endless rows of delicious biscuits, and for desert, Elizabeth's favorite, apple pie from the ripest apples of their own fields. They ate in the dining room, beautifully decorated with flowers, candles, fake fruit bowls, and colorful streamers. Afterwards, they had played crochet in the backyard, all the while the maids enjoying chatting and laughing with Elizabeth about the ups and the few downs of married life with Will. Yes, Elizabeth had had a fine time, but it was high time to go home to her eagerly awaiting husband. As she was walking through the deserted streets(it was 9 o'clock; the shops were closed) she heard a faint rustle of clothing. "Who's there?" Elizabeth whispered, whizzing around. All she saw was darkness. A little faster now, she kept walking. Again, though louder, a rustle and a grunt. "Leave me alone! I'm the governor's daughter!" she shrieked. Then, from behind the corner, the source of the sounds appeared. Seeing it, Elizabeth's fear left her, leaving behind a giggle of relief. "Hello, Jack," she said.