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The next few days, Beckett had business to attend to, so he was away on a trip. I couldn't be happier until I was invited for tea over at the Norrington's. I quickly agreed, making haste to leave. I left a note for mother telling I was at tea with a friend's. I had never left home without telling mother where I was going, but I didn't think she needed to know that time.

I arrived soon and was announced at tea to the Norrington's. I smiled and searched for a seat. There was only one left, by James Norrington. My heart fluttered as he helped me into the chair next to him. We sipped in silence for a moment. Then, he spoke.

"Miss. McEllister, how are you this fine day?" He asked before sipping tea.

I smiled with my white teeth. "I am doing just fine. How are you?"

He smirked at me. "I'm doing well."

He smiled at me and searched my eyes. No one had ever done that. My eyes bore all of my emotions. His smile faded as he saw them, the anger, the hurt, and the sadness. I looked down at my hands which were in cream colored silk gloves. My gown had the pattern of flowers, it was the new fashion. Marie Antoinette in France was turning more heads to look at her than she knew. I loved her styles and that of the French…no matter what my mother said.

I drew a breath and looked at him. "I'm not fine actually. I'm horrible."

He set down his tea looking calm and handsome in the sunlight of the room. His crisp uniform was perfectly set upon his shoulders showing he was of the British navy. His white wig was set just right making his green eyes jump out at me. This man was so serious and full of concern. He rarely shed a smile. He was my opposite, but on the inside we reflected each other.

He waited for me to respond. The noise from the others grew louder as they laughed and joked with each other, unaware of what I was doing with James. George and his wife were talking with another couple. They had recently just married and were enjoying the life of a married couple. Emilia was pregnant and they were congratulating her. There were a few others there, some I had seen at my sixteenth birthday party. They had already welcomed me and zoned back into their conversation. There, in the Norrington's house, they were friendly with one another, not paying attention to the other's status. There I felt safe and content. There, I felt as if I were home.

Everyone was busy, so I leaned in closer to him. My lips were close to his lips as I talked and let it all out. I had no idea why I did it, I just did.

"My life is crumbling around me. When I was a child I met Lord Cutler Beckett, though he wasn't a lord. He was going to be a lord and the promise of that sealed my fate to him. I grew up in his shadow, he always watched me. He takes me everywhere showing me off as if I was some doll! He doesn't see me for what I am. He doesn't see me at all. I am more than just a doll! I am a lady and a woman with a head on her shoulders. I can read and write better than most of my friends. But I thought that that was how things were supposed to be! But recently he's been obsessive and the other night he-" I stopped short.

I was about to mention the carriage incident. I couldn't tell him that! Instead, I went on. "Well, he's become obsessive! If seeing me just say hello to another male who might compete for me, he goes livid! He drags me away to go talk with the elderly who have no lives' but to gawk at the young and watch them reproduce. I am a trophy to him! But I swear on every essence of my being I am not his trophy wife." I wandered off as I whispered the last of my speech. I realized what I had just done.

I had told him almost everything about me! Things I didn't even know myself! I looked away at the floor. Shifting back into a more normal position, I took my tea and resumed myself as if nothing happened. It had been a meek cry for help and I shouldn't have been so stupid. I forgot everything my mother told me about showing my emotions. I need to keep them inside. On the inside they cannot see. It is the appearance and grace of one that they can see…