A Servant Girl by Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Okay, so I'm sorry it took me a long time to finish this chapter and believe me, this would have taken a bit longer to update if people weren't rushing me. Hey! I have a life too, and projects that are due
early in the morning. I hope you all enjoy it as I hurry myself to write it. There are grammarical problems,
and excuse me if you find any; I didn't think when I wrote this chapter. More chapters coming up....as soon
as I get an A on that geometry test. You know the drill after you're done reading this!
Chapter 10
A Servant Girl
Serena's eyes follow the trail of foods at the breakfast table in the large dining
room fit for two or more dozen guests. Could it be more wonderful than it already is?
Bouquets of roses and lilies decorate and gave the room a fragrance that reminds her
of her mother. She sucks in the air of lilies with the mix of strange, yet delicious aromas
of Earthians' foods. Such a combine scent of lilies and foods suddenly remind her olfactory
of the holy city Thermasyclia, a city so pure that a Planarian must take five stages of
difficult tests before entering upon the holy gate.
Serena felt she was perhaps zoning out on the people that were near her. Every members
of the manor was at breakfast; it occurs to Serena that Mr. Edward must really care about
his workers and treats them like family. Seated at the head of the table is Mr. Edward,
discussing certain matters with Mrs. Malison, who facial expression tells Serena the topic
must be interesting. Seated next to her were Daryl and Leslie. At first, Serena insisted they
sit next to each other because of their friendliness this morning, but they were persistent to
sit away from each other. Darien sat across from Serena and she wonder where he was taking
her after breakfast.
Conversations go on between now and then for everyone. Tensions grew between Darien and
Daryl; she could somehow feel it in their tones of voice.
"You heal quite fast Serena, it's a miracle!" comment Mrs. Malison who broke
away the conversation from Mr. Edward.
"Indeed," lies Serena. The truth was Serenity is fast healer because of the
bloodline in the royal family.
"How are you feeling Serena?" asked Daryl, making head turns toward
Serena and all she could do was try to divert the attentions to others.
"Oh I'm feeling well Daryl; a little fatigue from the storm yesterday, but
after breakfast, I should get my strength back. And how are you? I haven't seen you
since that incident with the horse."
"Yes Daryl, I haven't seen you since yesterday, how are you?" mock Darien
as he glare with hate for Daryl.
Daryl was nervous all of the sudden. He could recall yesterday clearly. Of course
he wanted to help the beautiful Serena, but the storm was coming and Darien was there to
help him, how could he have known the weak Darien did not help her at all. Was it his fault he
didn't want to get wet?
"You see Serena, Leslie," Daryl look at her, pleading for her to get his lies to be
believe, "called on me for help. Did you not Leslie?"
The girl could only grin at his pathetic self, but she knew if she did help him, he would
repay her tremendously.
"Why yes, silly me, I was having troubles closing the windows before the storm
arrived, and when I saw Daryl was about to help Serena, I yell out to him to help me. I hope
you're not mad at him Serena." How proud Leslie was, she save that liar's reputation and
prove herself to be quite an actress.
"Me? Mad? Hardly Leslie! I was just wondering," she stops, taking in some strange
yet exquisite foods then began talking again, "this is wonderful Mrs. Malison, I assume
you're the sous chef?"
"Serena, you flatterer," Mrs. Malison giggles before giving her more foods
than necessary.
"Darien, how are you feeling today?" Leslie curiously asked him.
"Great Leslie. It's amazing what a good night rest can do to a person."
"I'm glad…" she said watching him slowly eat his brunch. Serena saw this
and thought she was sad Leslie has a crush on him first, she must do everything in
her mortal power to get the two together. Her subconscious ask Serena, "Why should
you do this Serena? Snatch the man before Leslie." Serena knew she can't, it was
forbidden; she didn't want to break the sacred law of the Moon Kingdom more so then
she already did. The fact is, falling in love with an Earthians is forbidden and the punishment
is death itself. Serena couldn't take the sight of Leslie and Darien being together, so she
excuse herself to do her only job at the manor; brushing up the frighten horses yesterday.
"Hello Lavender; you had quite a fright yesterday, didn't you sweetie?" The horse
only respond was a nay.
"Is that all you could say to me Lavender? After I rescue you, even though you
tried to kill me?" the horse nay again, budging her head against Serena's golden tresses.
"That's better. Would you like to go out for a walk? The sky is clear, no storms, I promise
you that dear friend." Again, the horse nay, moving its head to eat more oats. "That's what
I thought you would do Lavender," Serena said, giving up on the horse, then moving on to
brush the mane of the mysterious black beauty she laid her eyes upon yesterday.
She fed the black horse some oats and while it eats, she brushes the black mane,
and moved the hairs out. "What's your name?" The horse neigh, and Serena chuckles, "I
wonder if you met Lavender yet."
While she did her job of cleaning and soling the horse, she hummed a tune her
mother used to sang to her when she was a small child. Darien was on his way to the
stable to get his horse when he stopped dead in his track after hearing a haunting melody
that string into his ears. He crept closer and closer to the place that the sweet sound of
heaven came and much to his disclosure, Serena sang while she busies herself with her
chore.
'How could such a childish-voice produce such a sound of heaven itself?' Curious Darien
asked himself at the same time he continues to listen to her from a safe corner. It was
after the humming stops that Darien snap out of his stage and realized immediately to
get some essential supplies for Mr. Edward's estate project.
"Good morning Serena," he greeted, pretending to have just come to the stable recently.
"Good morning Darien. May I ask what wind blows you over here?"
"Not a wind Serena, but a pesky boss of mine who insisted I go to town to get supplies and
take you with me so you could greet people with your morning 'cheeriness'," said young
Darien sarcastically.
"Watch your tongue Mr. Lanster for one of these days, it'll bite you in your nice buttock."
"Why thank you for that comment Serena," he chuckles because maybe Serena wasn't
quite the person he thought she was; getting to know her will be much fun indeed. "You
needn't to brush that my horse to death Serena; Iris can take care of her shiny coat."
"That's your horse Darien?"
"Yes, I believe she is since the last time I rode her, which according to my memory, was
yesterday."
"She's magnificent Darien and her name is well-suited for a strong horse. Aren't you Iris?
I bet you are," Serena continue to coo to the horse, deliberately ignoring Darien. He knew
of this and laughs loudly and pick up a brush to comb the mane of Iris. He came up to Iris,
too close to Serena. She could feel the heat off of him, and smell his cologne; it reminded
of her something she couldn't quite put a finger on. Serena close her eyes for a second to
inhale of the smell, and then snap out of it. Thoughts of Leslie having a crush on Darien
reminded Serena she can't like him.
"Now's who brushing whose?" she remark back slyly, and mocking the ebony hair man by
sticking her tongue out.
"Smart aleck. Now are you coming to town with me or do I have to force you to Serena?
I feel I'm in a tickling mood today."
"I'll come. Could you give me half an hour? I need to clean this mess you made up."
"What mess?" he said loudly, confuse.
"This mess!" She shout then splashing water all over him, "for revenge dear Darien,
for yesterday episode." Serena cackle like a maniac and rush out of the stable before
the wet man chase after her.
She quickly ran across the green field and inside the back door of the kitchen. There,
Serena waited for a stark mad Darien to come, but until then, she sat down on the
kitchen floor catching her breath. Serena laugh lowly, and begin to crawl on the floor
and look to see if Darien was anywhere near her. Suddenly she felt someone touching her.
"Am I in the way of you practicing your crawling Serena?" chuckles Mr. Edward who looks at
the dame that still act like a little nine year old.
"I'm sorry Mr. Edward," reply the embarrassed Serena as she got up and look down at her
feet, " I was just playing with Darien."
"That's fine Serena, I'm glad you're having fun and making this place your home; but
shouldn't you be getting ready to meet the people of Raveloe? I hear they're fine people."
"I'm quite eager to meet them, but…" she paused, biting her lower lips.
"But what child?"
"Um…I don't have…well you see Mr. Edward, I can't be expected to go to Raveloe looking
like this," she point out that all she wore was her nightgown which was cover by a thin
layer of a light material dress.
"Oh! I see, Hahaha," the old man laugh to his embarrassment. "Well, let's just go up to
the attic and see what we have to fit you eh?"
"Sound like a brilliant idea; lead away Mr. Edward!"
The young girl and old man went up the creepy old attic of the manor that no one has ever
set foot upon or so it looked like-for generations. Objects and belongings of all sort of
processions are either round up, gather in a box, or stack away in a corner never for the
world to be seen again. Red boxes, small boxes, huge boxes of red, yellow, green and the
rainbow lie in the dusty capacious attic.
While Mr. Edward excuse himself to find an item of great importance for Serena, she uses
the time to explore the relic of the manor. Streak of sunlights shone in the small attic
window and it spread throughout the loft. The rosette window caught her eye because when
Serena looks outside, she saw poor wet Darien cleaning himself and the mess she made. She
smiles as he worked to dry himself and put new hays for Iris. He doesn't seem mad at all, he
look somewhat amuse by all of this.
"Eureka! I found it dear child!" exclaim Mr. Edward
"Found what Mr. Edward?" Serena said as she walks over to him. It seem he have found a
large brown chest that has incrusted gold plates for the border.
"Its beautiful Mr. Edward, but how will this chest fit me?" joke the blonde.
"No you silly Serena. Looks what inside." The large valuable chest open and inside it
holds a numbers of beautiful colors of silk dresses and women accessories of hair
garments and jewelry.
"Oh goodness. You found a treasure inside this old relic Mr. Edward!"
"Ah, indeed Serena. This treasure used to belong to the late Mrs. Edward. Quite a
wonderful woman, though she was never fond of the things I bought her." Mr. Edward
reflected back on his departed love, but it was too much for his heart to take for he
crutch his hand to his head and fell upon an old filthy chair.
"Are you all right Mr. Edward?
"Yes, I'll be fine; you know old people, they get weak to their knee when they think
about love," he joked then continue, "why don't you pick out a dress Serena and get
ready? I would like to accompany you and Darien to town. Show you the place?"
"Thank you Mr. Edward; you'll very kind to a servant girl.'
"I don't like that term child, I think of you as a family member already. Now pick out
a dress so I can see you in it already."
"Thank you. It'll take me a moment to find which dress for they are all too beautiful for
me to wear. Could you tell me stories about your wife…Po-Po?"
"Po-Po Serena? What is that? A mean trick to play on an old man?"
She giggles, and Mr. Edward joined in too. So it was decided that Po-Po was now
Mr. Edward's name to Serena. And it was decided that he shall tell her the story of his
life and his love while she try to pick something to wear, but being a long story he has to
tell, Mr. Edward was glad Serena was modest.
Darien looks up at the clouds where his eyes start to wander to the attic of the manor.
"That Serena is going to pay!" he said when his eyes caught Serena…in the attic?
"What are you doing up there Serena?" he question himself loudly, but he broke off
his questions when Iris nag at him to finish cleaning her and get ready to take Serena
out to town, or so that what's Darien thought Iris would say if she could talk.
Darien soon got ready, but it was not until the sun was high above him that Serena
step out with Mr. Edward and Leslie, whom Mrs. Malison inform, that Serena persist to
go with her. Darien grew restless and begins whistling a tune his friend hummed a while
ago; he could still remember the notes in his head, but his mouth did a shameful job of
repeating it. As he turned his well define head, sound stop coming out of his mouth, yet
his lips still pucker up. "Serena? Is that you? What in heaven's name are you wearing?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Leslie doesn't think it look bad at all."
"Nothing's wrong; you look like a girl now!" he comments hastily.
So, Serena have accomplished the looks of being lady-like. In reality, Mr. Edward
thought she was far more beautiful than any other ladies in Raveloe. Of course, he kept
that thought to himself because he has businesses with women and Leslie was there.
Her golden hairs flows itself into a French braid bun decorated with black hairpins and
a black fish net to hold the buns into place. Her dress was in a simple matter; nothing
more than a light blue working dress with a white sheer blouse underneath the dress
held by cress-cross lace. Her legs were covered up along with her arms, but the only
thing that shown was where her mid-shoulder to the top of her chest; for it was the
style of the dress.
Serena, feeling that too much attention were converted to her, direct it over
to Leslie, hoping for Darien to notice the red-hair girl who have been in the background
while Darien makes fun of Serena for being girly.
"Leslie, I want to thank you for helping me look halfway decent," she said.
"You're welcome Serena; you look presentable. Darien, you look dashing! As
do you Mr. Edward."
"Thank you," both gentlemen said at the same time; eager to get things over with.
"Since we're expressing our gratitude's, I want to thank Darien to making such
nice comments about my looks, Thank you Darien," Serena said sarcastically then move
herself upon the carriage that awaits them.
"Mina Van Harren! Are you up yet?" yell an infuriated Rei.
"Yes Mother," she mocks, "I'm just getting ready to go to town today with Lita."
"Why's that?" asked Rei as she came into Mina's quarter.
"We're visiting Serenity; I should make myself look fit to be seen."
"And that's only the half truth…"
"Oh yes, before I forget," said the ditzy Mina, "just because we're on a
mission doesn't mean we can't have a vacation! Come with us Rei! I'm sure you
can persuade Ami to come."
"Fine! You win! I give up to the warrior of love! Give me an hour and I'll
be with you at the door."
"Why such a long wait for me Rei?"
"You try persuading Ami to have fun."
The town of Raveloe, no, the city of Raveloe busy itself with the noisy crowds
out in the street, the badgering market place, the hooves of horses and the wheel of
carriages all mix together to form the afternoon of the bustling city of Raveloe. School
bells ring, children laugh, the foghorn of ship harboring into the port all tells of the
daily lives of people. Serena looks out from the window of the elegant carriage, and
the excitement of the city perhaps excites her too much for she couldn't stop fidgeting.
Other carriages appear on the corner of a street and some stop in front of large house
that just might be bigger than the manor she now residence in. Though no a single
house in Raveloe could ever compare to the size of her home; the Havisham Palace of
the Moon Kingdom. Nobel and higher social status of society people gather here and there,
some walking to a boutique and other walking to the greenest park of deep forest she ever
saw. The ladies were truly beautiful and elegant. They wore dresses like the ones Mr.
Edward's late wife own, and Serena now regret wearing a simple dress like this instead
of one like Leslie. 'No matter, I'll still have fun. Just remember when you use to have to
dress like that Serenity; be strong.' She added confidence in herself.
"Darien, why are we turning the corner? Should we have not stop at that theater
over there?" Leslie asked, disappointed that she might not show off her new dress of the
adoring wealthier public.
"We shall Leslie, but first, we're going to meet a special person."
"Who's that Darien?" asked Serena, now focusing on the handsome blue eye
man that she could never be with.
"You'll see, be patient.''
"Oh, I see Darien," said Mr. Edward, "I wish you told me earlier about your
arrangements." Mr. Edward said again, this time in a rather disappointing tone.
Serena was not rather curious to what these 'arrangements' were. She grew
more and more nervous as the carriage stop and they all got out. For the first time,
Serena took in the air of Raveloe, and it smell very pleasant to her; perhaps signifying
to the blonde that this was a welcome for her.
"Darien!" an accent voice called out.
He waved the girl over and when she did, Serena, rather curious about whom
she is, regretting ever meeting her.
"Ladies, I like you to meet my fiancée, Blanche Hartington."
::::dramatic music play::::: Dum da dum!! What's going to happen next? Don't look at me, I wouldn't
know. I haven't even started typying the next chapter. Hahahahahah!!
Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Okay, so I'm sorry it took me a long time to finish this chapter and believe me, this would have taken a bit longer to update if people weren't rushing me. Hey! I have a life too, and projects that are due
early in the morning. I hope you all enjoy it as I hurry myself to write it. There are grammarical problems,
and excuse me if you find any; I didn't think when I wrote this chapter. More chapters coming up....as soon
as I get an A on that geometry test. You know the drill after you're done reading this!
Chapter 10
A Servant Girl
Serena's eyes follow the trail of foods at the breakfast table in the large dining
room fit for two or more dozen guests. Could it be more wonderful than it already is?
Bouquets of roses and lilies decorate and gave the room a fragrance that reminds her
of her mother. She sucks in the air of lilies with the mix of strange, yet delicious aromas
of Earthians' foods. Such a combine scent of lilies and foods suddenly remind her olfactory
of the holy city Thermasyclia, a city so pure that a Planarian must take five stages of
difficult tests before entering upon the holy gate.
Serena felt she was perhaps zoning out on the people that were near her. Every members
of the manor was at breakfast; it occurs to Serena that Mr. Edward must really care about
his workers and treats them like family. Seated at the head of the table is Mr. Edward,
discussing certain matters with Mrs. Malison, who facial expression tells Serena the topic
must be interesting. Seated next to her were Daryl and Leslie. At first, Serena insisted they
sit next to each other because of their friendliness this morning, but they were persistent to
sit away from each other. Darien sat across from Serena and she wonder where he was taking
her after breakfast.
Conversations go on between now and then for everyone. Tensions grew between Darien and
Daryl; she could somehow feel it in their tones of voice.
"You heal quite fast Serena, it's a miracle!" comment Mrs. Malison who broke
away the conversation from Mr. Edward.
"Indeed," lies Serena. The truth was Serenity is fast healer because of the
bloodline in the royal family.
"How are you feeling Serena?" asked Daryl, making head turns toward
Serena and all she could do was try to divert the attentions to others.
"Oh I'm feeling well Daryl; a little fatigue from the storm yesterday, but
after breakfast, I should get my strength back. And how are you? I haven't seen you
since that incident with the horse."
"Yes Daryl, I haven't seen you since yesterday, how are you?" mock Darien
as he glare with hate for Daryl.
Daryl was nervous all of the sudden. He could recall yesterday clearly. Of course
he wanted to help the beautiful Serena, but the storm was coming and Darien was there to
help him, how could he have known the weak Darien did not help her at all. Was it his fault he
didn't want to get wet?
"You see Serena, Leslie," Daryl look at her, pleading for her to get his lies to be
believe, "called on me for help. Did you not Leslie?"
The girl could only grin at his pathetic self, but she knew if she did help him, he would
repay her tremendously.
"Why yes, silly me, I was having troubles closing the windows before the storm
arrived, and when I saw Daryl was about to help Serena, I yell out to him to help me. I hope
you're not mad at him Serena." How proud Leslie was, she save that liar's reputation and
prove herself to be quite an actress.
"Me? Mad? Hardly Leslie! I was just wondering," she stops, taking in some strange
yet exquisite foods then began talking again, "this is wonderful Mrs. Malison, I assume
you're the sous chef?"
"Serena, you flatterer," Mrs. Malison giggles before giving her more foods
than necessary.
"Darien, how are you feeling today?" Leslie curiously asked him.
"Great Leslie. It's amazing what a good night rest can do to a person."
"I'm glad…" she said watching him slowly eat his brunch. Serena saw this
and thought she was sad Leslie has a crush on him first, she must do everything in
her mortal power to get the two together. Her subconscious ask Serena, "Why should
you do this Serena? Snatch the man before Leslie." Serena knew she can't, it was
forbidden; she didn't want to break the sacred law of the Moon Kingdom more so then
she already did. The fact is, falling in love with an Earthians is forbidden and the punishment
is death itself. Serena couldn't take the sight of Leslie and Darien being together, so she
excuse herself to do her only job at the manor; brushing up the frighten horses yesterday.
"Hello Lavender; you had quite a fright yesterday, didn't you sweetie?" The horse
only respond was a nay.
"Is that all you could say to me Lavender? After I rescue you, even though you
tried to kill me?" the horse nay again, budging her head against Serena's golden tresses.
"That's better. Would you like to go out for a walk? The sky is clear, no storms, I promise
you that dear friend." Again, the horse nay, moving its head to eat more oats. "That's what
I thought you would do Lavender," Serena said, giving up on the horse, then moving on to
brush the mane of the mysterious black beauty she laid her eyes upon yesterday.
She fed the black horse some oats and while it eats, she brushes the black mane,
and moved the hairs out. "What's your name?" The horse neigh, and Serena chuckles, "I
wonder if you met Lavender yet."
While she did her job of cleaning and soling the horse, she hummed a tune her
mother used to sang to her when she was a small child. Darien was on his way to the
stable to get his horse when he stopped dead in his track after hearing a haunting melody
that string into his ears. He crept closer and closer to the place that the sweet sound of
heaven came and much to his disclosure, Serena sang while she busies herself with her
chore.
'How could such a childish-voice produce such a sound of heaven itself?' Curious Darien
asked himself at the same time he continues to listen to her from a safe corner. It was
after the humming stops that Darien snap out of his stage and realized immediately to
get some essential supplies for Mr. Edward's estate project.
"Good morning Serena," he greeted, pretending to have just come to the stable recently.
"Good morning Darien. May I ask what wind blows you over here?"
"Not a wind Serena, but a pesky boss of mine who insisted I go to town to get supplies and
take you with me so you could greet people with your morning 'cheeriness'," said young
Darien sarcastically.
"Watch your tongue Mr. Lanster for one of these days, it'll bite you in your nice buttock."
"Why thank you for that comment Serena," he chuckles because maybe Serena wasn't
quite the person he thought she was; getting to know her will be much fun indeed. "You
needn't to brush that my horse to death Serena; Iris can take care of her shiny coat."
"That's your horse Darien?"
"Yes, I believe she is since the last time I rode her, which according to my memory, was
yesterday."
"She's magnificent Darien and her name is well-suited for a strong horse. Aren't you Iris?
I bet you are," Serena continue to coo to the horse, deliberately ignoring Darien. He knew
of this and laughs loudly and pick up a brush to comb the mane of Iris. He came up to Iris,
too close to Serena. She could feel the heat off of him, and smell his cologne; it reminded
of her something she couldn't quite put a finger on. Serena close her eyes for a second to
inhale of the smell, and then snap out of it. Thoughts of Leslie having a crush on Darien
reminded Serena she can't like him.
"Now's who brushing whose?" she remark back slyly, and mocking the ebony hair man by
sticking her tongue out.
"Smart aleck. Now are you coming to town with me or do I have to force you to Serena?
I feel I'm in a tickling mood today."
"I'll come. Could you give me half an hour? I need to clean this mess you made up."
"What mess?" he said loudly, confuse.
"This mess!" She shout then splashing water all over him, "for revenge dear Darien,
for yesterday episode." Serena cackle like a maniac and rush out of the stable before
the wet man chase after her.
She quickly ran across the green field and inside the back door of the kitchen. There,
Serena waited for a stark mad Darien to come, but until then, she sat down on the
kitchen floor catching her breath. Serena laugh lowly, and begin to crawl on the floor
and look to see if Darien was anywhere near her. Suddenly she felt someone touching her.
"Am I in the way of you practicing your crawling Serena?" chuckles Mr. Edward who looks at
the dame that still act like a little nine year old.
"I'm sorry Mr. Edward," reply the embarrassed Serena as she got up and look down at her
feet, " I was just playing with Darien."
"That's fine Serena, I'm glad you're having fun and making this place your home; but
shouldn't you be getting ready to meet the people of Raveloe? I hear they're fine people."
"I'm quite eager to meet them, but…" she paused, biting her lower lips.
"But what child?"
"Um…I don't have…well you see Mr. Edward, I can't be expected to go to Raveloe looking
like this," she point out that all she wore was her nightgown which was cover by a thin
layer of a light material dress.
"Oh! I see, Hahaha," the old man laugh to his embarrassment. "Well, let's just go up to
the attic and see what we have to fit you eh?"
"Sound like a brilliant idea; lead away Mr. Edward!"
The young girl and old man went up the creepy old attic of the manor that no one has ever
set foot upon or so it looked like-for generations. Objects and belongings of all sort of
processions are either round up, gather in a box, or stack away in a corner never for the
world to be seen again. Red boxes, small boxes, huge boxes of red, yellow, green and the
rainbow lie in the dusty capacious attic.
While Mr. Edward excuse himself to find an item of great importance for Serena, she uses
the time to explore the relic of the manor. Streak of sunlights shone in the small attic
window and it spread throughout the loft. The rosette window caught her eye because when
Serena looks outside, she saw poor wet Darien cleaning himself and the mess she made. She
smiles as he worked to dry himself and put new hays for Iris. He doesn't seem mad at all, he
look somewhat amuse by all of this.
"Eureka! I found it dear child!" exclaim Mr. Edward
"Found what Mr. Edward?" Serena said as she walks over to him. It seem he have found a
large brown chest that has incrusted gold plates for the border.
"Its beautiful Mr. Edward, but how will this chest fit me?" joke the blonde.
"No you silly Serena. Looks what inside." The large valuable chest open and inside it
holds a numbers of beautiful colors of silk dresses and women accessories of hair
garments and jewelry.
"Oh goodness. You found a treasure inside this old relic Mr. Edward!"
"Ah, indeed Serena. This treasure used to belong to the late Mrs. Edward. Quite a
wonderful woman, though she was never fond of the things I bought her." Mr. Edward
reflected back on his departed love, but it was too much for his heart to take for he
crutch his hand to his head and fell upon an old filthy chair.
"Are you all right Mr. Edward?
"Yes, I'll be fine; you know old people, they get weak to their knee when they think
about love," he joked then continue, "why don't you pick out a dress Serena and get
ready? I would like to accompany you and Darien to town. Show you the place?"
"Thank you Mr. Edward; you'll very kind to a servant girl.'
"I don't like that term child, I think of you as a family member already. Now pick out
a dress so I can see you in it already."
"Thank you. It'll take me a moment to find which dress for they are all too beautiful for
me to wear. Could you tell me stories about your wife…Po-Po?"
"Po-Po Serena? What is that? A mean trick to play on an old man?"
She giggles, and Mr. Edward joined in too. So it was decided that Po-Po was now
Mr. Edward's name to Serena. And it was decided that he shall tell her the story of his
life and his love while she try to pick something to wear, but being a long story he has to
tell, Mr. Edward was glad Serena was modest.
Darien looks up at the clouds where his eyes start to wander to the attic of the manor.
"That Serena is going to pay!" he said when his eyes caught Serena…in the attic?
"What are you doing up there Serena?" he question himself loudly, but he broke off
his questions when Iris nag at him to finish cleaning her and get ready to take Serena
out to town, or so that what's Darien thought Iris would say if she could talk.
Darien soon got ready, but it was not until the sun was high above him that Serena
step out with Mr. Edward and Leslie, whom Mrs. Malison inform, that Serena persist to
go with her. Darien grew restless and begins whistling a tune his friend hummed a while
ago; he could still remember the notes in his head, but his mouth did a shameful job of
repeating it. As he turned his well define head, sound stop coming out of his mouth, yet
his lips still pucker up. "Serena? Is that you? What in heaven's name are you wearing?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Leslie doesn't think it look bad at all."
"Nothing's wrong; you look like a girl now!" he comments hastily.
So, Serena have accomplished the looks of being lady-like. In reality, Mr. Edward
thought she was far more beautiful than any other ladies in Raveloe. Of course, he kept
that thought to himself because he has businesses with women and Leslie was there.
Her golden hairs flows itself into a French braid bun decorated with black hairpins and
a black fish net to hold the buns into place. Her dress was in a simple matter; nothing
more than a light blue working dress with a white sheer blouse underneath the dress
held by cress-cross lace. Her legs were covered up along with her arms, but the only
thing that shown was where her mid-shoulder to the top of her chest; for it was the
style of the dress.
Serena, feeling that too much attention were converted to her, direct it over
to Leslie, hoping for Darien to notice the red-hair girl who have been in the background
while Darien makes fun of Serena for being girly.
"Leslie, I want to thank you for helping me look halfway decent," she said.
"You're welcome Serena; you look presentable. Darien, you look dashing! As
do you Mr. Edward."
"Thank you," both gentlemen said at the same time; eager to get things over with.
"Since we're expressing our gratitude's, I want to thank Darien to making such
nice comments about my looks, Thank you Darien," Serena said sarcastically then move
herself upon the carriage that awaits them.
"Mina Van Harren! Are you up yet?" yell an infuriated Rei.
"Yes Mother," she mocks, "I'm just getting ready to go to town today with Lita."
"Why's that?" asked Rei as she came into Mina's quarter.
"We're visiting Serenity; I should make myself look fit to be seen."
"And that's only the half truth…"
"Oh yes, before I forget," said the ditzy Mina, "just because we're on a
mission doesn't mean we can't have a vacation! Come with us Rei! I'm sure you
can persuade Ami to come."
"Fine! You win! I give up to the warrior of love! Give me an hour and I'll
be with you at the door."
"Why such a long wait for me Rei?"
"You try persuading Ami to have fun."
The town of Raveloe, no, the city of Raveloe busy itself with the noisy crowds
out in the street, the badgering market place, the hooves of horses and the wheel of
carriages all mix together to form the afternoon of the bustling city of Raveloe. School
bells ring, children laugh, the foghorn of ship harboring into the port all tells of the
daily lives of people. Serena looks out from the window of the elegant carriage, and
the excitement of the city perhaps excites her too much for she couldn't stop fidgeting.
Other carriages appear on the corner of a street and some stop in front of large house
that just might be bigger than the manor she now residence in. Though no a single
house in Raveloe could ever compare to the size of her home; the Havisham Palace of
the Moon Kingdom. Nobel and higher social status of society people gather here and there,
some walking to a boutique and other walking to the greenest park of deep forest she ever
saw. The ladies were truly beautiful and elegant. They wore dresses like the ones Mr.
Edward's late wife own, and Serena now regret wearing a simple dress like this instead
of one like Leslie. 'No matter, I'll still have fun. Just remember when you use to have to
dress like that Serenity; be strong.' She added confidence in herself.
"Darien, why are we turning the corner? Should we have not stop at that theater
over there?" Leslie asked, disappointed that she might not show off her new dress of the
adoring wealthier public.
"We shall Leslie, but first, we're going to meet a special person."
"Who's that Darien?" asked Serena, now focusing on the handsome blue eye
man that she could never be with.
"You'll see, be patient.''
"Oh, I see Darien," said Mr. Edward, "I wish you told me earlier about your
arrangements." Mr. Edward said again, this time in a rather disappointing tone.
Serena was not rather curious to what these 'arrangements' were. She grew
more and more nervous as the carriage stop and they all got out. For the first time,
Serena took in the air of Raveloe, and it smell very pleasant to her; perhaps signifying
to the blonde that this was a welcome for her.
"Darien!" an accent voice called out.
He waved the girl over and when she did, Serena, rather curious about whom
she is, regretting ever meeting her.
"Ladies, I like you to meet my fiancée, Blanche Hartington."
::::dramatic music play::::: Dum da dum!! What's going to happen next? Don't look at me, I wouldn't
know. I haven't even started typying the next chapter. Hahahahahah!!
Red Potato