A Servant Girl by Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
I'm am soooooooooooooo sorry for the long wait you all have to endure. I know it's been almost a month since I last updated the story. I'm awfully busy (and sorry) with school and getting prepare for a fundraiser. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I have trying to write it. Again, sorry for the long wait and here's the part. Oh yes, a reminder for all, my spring break is next week and well, I won't be able to write. Expect a long wait for the next chapter! Thanks!!
Chapter 11
A Servant Girl
"Ladies, I like you to meet my fiancée, Blanche Hartington....."
Serena shook the woman's hand; the one who stole and took Darien's heart. Serena notice that it was not a wonder why Darien chose Miss Hartington to be his wife. She was absolutely beautiful; words could not describe her exquisiteness at all. Miss Blanche Hartington, or should Serena said, Mrs. Soon-to-be Darien Lanster was indeed a true work of art. Her elongated black hair radiated her body for it flows freely in the light winds. Her oval shape face has the color of ivory mix with the lightest hint of yellow, an ideal face, as Serena thought, for a woman that lives here. Her striking scarlet eyes matches her complex and told Serena Blanche is considered a strong and serious person She seem like a match make in heaven for Darien. Serena was quite relieve because she did not feel like playing match makers for Leslie, but beside, Leslie was a beautiful young woman, she could get any man she desire, 'except the only one she wants is Darien,' thought Serena. The blonde concludes that this was not her problem anymore, yet she couldn't help but feel guilty for not helping Leslie in some way.
"It's lovely to meet you Miss Hartington. Darien told me all about you," Serena lies, glaring at Darien with a deadly look and a look that ask one of those question-why haven't you told me about her?- looks.
Darien saw those looks Serena gave him and gulp his throat.
"It's lovely to meet you too…Miss?" Blanche look at her dim-witted fiancée and signal him to introduce her.
"Oh right, right!" he jump in, "Blanche, this lovely young lady here, no offense Serena, is Leslie," he joked.
"Nice to meet you Leslie," Blanche shook the girl hand, and shaken by the coldness in her hand.
"Likewise," Leslie said indifferently. Jealousy and rage vent through her system, and the feeling of hatred started growing on Leslie for this fiancée of Darien; how dare she!
"Blanche, this is what's her name," the comic said, "this is Serena Kyle; fairest of all maidens with sharp tongues."
"Lovely to meet you Serena. I apologized for my dim-witted fiancée. It seems he does not know how to act like a gentleman around beautiful ladies," she said, nudging him with her elbow in his stomach.
"Don't be sorry Blanche, it is I who should be sorry."
"Why's that Serena?"
"Why, you're getting married to that dim-witted man." She retorted. Both ladies giggle madly at the comment making Darien flush to his face.
"Ahem. Now that you're all acquainted, should we head on the theater? I'm sure there are people who are eager to attends the show," Darien replied back.
The ride to the Burgundy Quarter Theater turns out to be pleasant for both Serena and Blanche for the two became more acquainted with each other. Mr. Edward said they were more like gossip sisters than newly friends. While the raven hair woman, who Serena found out, was twenty-four years old, swap-humiliating stories of Darien, who she also found out, was twenty-five years old. While Blanche told embarrassing stories of the ebony-hair man, Serena, in exchange, laughs and points at Darien. Such colloquies contains remarks by Serena, such as, "He did what? HAHAHHAHAHAHHA!" she would point, laugh, clutch her stomach, and points some more. Blanche would tell her 'long-lost sister', who she found out was at the age of twenty-two, stories that would began by, "this one time, when we were camping…" and so on.
The ride to Burgundy Quarter Theater turns out to be quite amusing for Mr. Edward, as he learned about his young employee. However, the ride also contained a humiliated grown man, and a fume, enrage girl who wants to be with that grown man.
"Mr. Edward, will you please remind me never ever let those two girls be in the same carriage as me?"
"I love to Darien, but my doctor ordered me to laughs as much as I can. I can't very well disobey him, now can I?"
"Not you too!" he bawl out loudly.
As entertaining as it was, the ride was cut shortly when the carriage stop in front of a large house with the orchestral style of late seventeen century. Serena looked out the window of her carriage and she saw many more carriages of different colors were coming up the street and in front of the theater. Now, the theater itself sells ticket because of the overly zealous gardening of the main entrance with an elephant fountains for decoration. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, petunias were soaking up sunrays and it mixes really well with the bright red color suits of busboys.
People of high classes rowdy out elegantly to get tickets for the best seats in the theater and one by one, husbands push others husband away from the line while the wives stand hopelessly around, waiting for them, but of course, gossiping about the whatnot of Raveloe. "They're so sophisticated and graceful," whispered Serena. Lace and silks flutter along the gentle sea breeze that came from the ocean cliffs. Seas of forest green, jades, wine red, ivory, sand yellow, turquoise, and azure dresses flooded the main entrance of Burgundy Quarter Theater in such a manner that reviews about this particular performance shall be dubbed in the morning newspaper as 'A Ball without White Wine.'
All of the sudden, Serena looks down at her dress and frown upon it. 'Why do I feel like such an outcast right about now," she ponders, her eyebrows squib as her philosophical approach on the topic.
"Ahh, good, we have finally arrived," observe the keenly Mr. Edward.
"About time," mumble the ever so invidious Leslie. The girl look weirdly upon the suppose lovebirds over yonder, and it disgusted her. Such remorse built over her, all those years of having a schoolgirl crush on Darien. How it mortify her pride and soul. Of all the things to think about, an odious act appears in the depth of Leslie's mind; an odious act indeed. She smirks at her brilliant idea and decided to collaborate it more fully during the play.
Blanche Hartington carefully placed her hand that was covered by a silk white glove into the large hand of her fiancée. She step off the black carriage in such a graceful manner, Serena felt embarrassed as a Princess for she could have even match the swanlike movement of Blanche. One by one, three more people step out of the carriage, first the inevitable Leslie Banlsome in her satin gown that she receive as a birthday present from Mr. Edward, then Mr. Edward himself, looking dashingly handsome for other elder women to stare and admire him from afar. "I believe it's your turn mademoiselle," tease Darien and he extended his hand out further for her to reach.
"Um…" Serena hesitated. She did not, in actuality; want to see the play that was written by some guy name Shakespeare. Although it might be a good play, what Serena really wanted was to meet people that are now like her; a bourgeois. She was sick of having to deal with people who think everyone was inferior to them; it was just plain wrong. Beside, look at what Serena was wearing; this was definitely not a dress for a formal play. But what will she said to Mr. Edward? Surely, she does not want him to think that she rejects his plan because she couldn't deal with his society?
"Well come along Serena. We shan't keep everyone waiting," Leslie command impatiently.
"Yes Leslie, I'll only be a moment, I just need to grab something from the carriage."
"Not a moment longer Serena. If we keep this pace up, we won't have any seat left in the theater and all this dressing up will be put to waste."
"Don't worry your little pretty head off Leslie; I believe I shall get the ticket while you all wait for Serena." Mr. Edward left abruptly for the long lines of married men getting tickets for their wives. Mr. Edward quickly flaunt over to his business friends and waits with them, chatting carelessly away about the economy of Raveloe and the people within it.
"Tell me Jason Bellur Edward, how did you come to such a beautiful procession?" one of his more 'bachelor' friend ask curiously, eyeing the young maiden.
"The carriage Mr. Stellar?" came the replied of a very naïve man. The elderly bachelor held on to his stomach and laughs, "You are a comic Jason! Either you're a comic or a fool not to see it for yourself."
"Stellar, there is such a thing called purity in people," stated another businessman from their little group.
"Humph," he said frustrate, "a girl like that is no more innocent than I am. Surely, you don't think with a body like her," he paused, licking his brittle lips as he lust for her more and more at the sight, " like her could not use it to her advantage."
Suddenly, the naïve Mr. Edward knew what his business friend meant, he was talking about Leslie. Somehow, he knew he could use it to his advantage. Leslie was always hinting at him to bring her into the high class world and often told him she wishes to be marry to an elder man for they are more reasonable and not illogic like most of the local boys. Well, Stellar does want a young girl, and it look like he won't be in his bachelor hood much longer. What could Mr. Edward lose?
"Leslie? You like Leslie? Well, I admit she's quite young for you, but perhaps I could talk into-''
"No you old fool," Mr. Stellar shook his head at the naïve man then refers to the person name Leslie. He knew who she was; she was a wrench thirsting for money, powder, and rouges. Although she was perfect for him, he desires something less…rough. "I meant the blonde Mr. Edward. She's more of my style." Ah, now the group of married men with the exception of Mr. Edward and Mr. Stellar all turn their heads toward the petite blonde.
"Wow…"
"Ooooh…."
"You are all so very lucky that your wives are not here," Mr. Edward stated somewhat in a furious tone. No way in heaven's name is that old dirty scoundrel Stellar going to get his hand on his daughter. 'Daughter?' amazed at his self that he could actually bond with a servant girl, but to him, she wasn't a servant girl, she was a daughter he and his wife never had.
"Bruce, you must be incredibility dense to think I'm giving up on Serena. She's like a daughter to me."
"So that's her name," Bruce Stellar admire the young maiden from afar, 'you'll be mine darling. I may be old, but never underestimate the power of Bruce Stellar,' the old man praise himself while he neglect Jason's advice to stay away from her.
"Ooooh Serena!" Leslie yelled out in annoyance, "what's taking you so bloody long?" That comment also turns a few heads, but just the concern facts of Darien and Blanche.
"Leslie, I'm sure Serena won't take any longer. Keep in mind, this is probably Serena's first time to such a place; she just have cold feet," Blanche reassure Leslie while sticking up for her new friend.
"Beside Leslie, I don't think we're going inside to see the play anytime soon," Darien motion for Leslie to look at the long lines of impatient men.
"You're right." Leslie admit defeated, but her rage storm up again, "what's Mr. Edward doing getting out of the line? And why is Mr. Stellar heading over here?"
"I presume the old dirty bald headed dinosaur for a scoundrel wants something from us. I don't trust him one bit," comment Darien as his hatred for Daryl was about the same level for Mr. Bruce Stellar. He often wonders why Mr. Stellar and Daryl should not have been father and son.
"I agree Darien, there's just something so wearyingly creepy about him. Although I agree with you about him, don't called him such names!"
"Ow! What was that for? My tongue was not uncivilized Blanche."
"Well…that slap was for questioning me."
"Hm…marrying you might be a mistake," Darien mumbles.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing!" He panics. 'Too close!'
"I heard that Mr. Lanster. Now comply with me and be nice to Mr. Stellar."
"Yes Sir!" Darien once again teased his fiancée.
"I'm sorry I kept you all waiting," apologized Serena as she step out of the carriage, but not without the gentleman name Darien helping her out first.
"Must you always be a gentleman?" She asked him.
"I'm not always a gentleman. Just to let you secretly know, I'm putting on a show," he whispered the last part to her making Serena giggles and Blanche curious. But that curiosity demise when Mr. Stellar approach with an ever irate Mr. Edward behind him.
"Psst," she whispered over to Darien, "over here." Among hearing Blanche calling him, Darien went to her in a surreptitious way, almost a spy or something secretive.
"Yes Agent Hartington?" he teased her.
"Cut it out! This is no time for jokes, that old man Stellar is coming over to hit on Serena no doubt, and I for one, won't let him do that. So just follow my lead," Blanche order.
"Yes Agent Hartington," he once again teased her only to be follow by a slap on the arm.
It was not long after Blanche and Darien had a private talk that the infamous Mr. Bruce Stellar appears before them. Just as Blanche predicted, the dinosaur did not waste time to charm the ladies at present. Serena watch as an old man made his way through by flirting with Leslie first. Strange as the moment was, Serena saw Leslie was in fact enjoying the old man flirting with her. 'Gross!' thought Serena.
Next, Mr. Stellar decides that Leslie was too pushy and move onto Blanche. It was quite a scene to see, for many members of the people there turn around to see an old man making a move on Darien Lanster's fiancée. It was like a field day for gossipers.
Mr. Stellar took Blanche's hand by pulling on it harshly and place a kiss upon it. 'Ew, there's saliva on my hand,' the girl thought. She looked up at an infuriating Darien, calmly standing over her and touching her shoulder to reassure her that there are soaps available at the theater.
"Good afternoon Miss. Hartington," he address to her.
"Good afternoon Mr. Stellar, and please," she smile kindly at him, "think of me as Mrs. Darien Lanster."
"Yes…so I see that. By the by Miss. Hartington, who is that friend of yours over there?"
"That girl over there? Oh please, she is nothing more than a servant girl; pay no mind to her,' Blanche said. Blanche knew she had to say that or else that old creep would move on Serena faster tan a vulture on a dead carcass. Serena, who stood no more than twenty paces from Blanche, was hurt by that comment of her. She thought that Blanche was her friend, but it was obvious to Serena that Miss. Hartington had just faked the whole thing in order to impress Darien.
'Status does not matter to me,'' Mr. Stellar told to Blanche, but address it to Serena. Serena got a chill from the ever so lovingly Mr. Stellar, but she dismiss it for her philosophy of the old man on status in society appeal to her. "And who might you be my darling?" He asked her.
"My name is Ser_''
"Oh Serena! I need you to do something for me," Blanche practically screech in her ears, 'you see, silly Darien forgot to pick up my reception dress and among other surprises, so could you please be a wonderful person and help Darien get it before the store close/"Blanche lies, telling Darien mentally to follow along her white lie.
"Yes, that's right. Please Serena?" follow by some pouting and puppy dog eyes.
"Well, I-" again, cut off.
'Oh, pish-posh, I'm sure Leslie could help Serena. This is probably Serena's first time to see a play by this Shakespeare fellow. We mustn't let Serena miss such a milestone," argues Mr. Stellar, "can you help Darien, my little Leslie?"
Leslie, realizing this is her only chance to snatch Darien for herself once and for all, immediately respond by nodding her head, "I don't mind."
Blanche, seeing Mr. Stellar's wickedly cleverness was at a lost. How can she save her new friend?
"No Leslie, I can't possibly let you go. Look at the way you're dress. It's splendid and beautiful; fit for an evening of elegance, not an evening out on the town, running for errands. Serena, we need to go now," step in the ever-valiant Darien Lanster. Darien took Serena's small hand, led her up the black carriage and speed off before anyone could protest or say another word. "Go Darien!" thought Blanche, smiling to herself.
Well, that's so much for it. Was it too short?? I wouldn't know. Um, well, anyway, send comments, flames (J.K), and other stuff. Oh yeah, I want to thank to those who all sent me flowers and gummy worms; I needed that. Well, see you all after spring break. Woooooooooo!! Spring Break!!!!!!!!!
Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
I'm am soooooooooooooo sorry for the long wait you all have to endure. I know it's been almost a month since I last updated the story. I'm awfully busy (and sorry) with school and getting prepare for a fundraiser. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I have trying to write it. Again, sorry for the long wait and here's the part. Oh yes, a reminder for all, my spring break is next week and well, I won't be able to write. Expect a long wait for the next chapter! Thanks!!
Chapter 11
A Servant Girl
"Ladies, I like you to meet my fiancée, Blanche Hartington....."
Serena shook the woman's hand; the one who stole and took Darien's heart. Serena notice that it was not a wonder why Darien chose Miss Hartington to be his wife. She was absolutely beautiful; words could not describe her exquisiteness at all. Miss Blanche Hartington, or should Serena said, Mrs. Soon-to-be Darien Lanster was indeed a true work of art. Her elongated black hair radiated her body for it flows freely in the light winds. Her oval shape face has the color of ivory mix with the lightest hint of yellow, an ideal face, as Serena thought, for a woman that lives here. Her striking scarlet eyes matches her complex and told Serena Blanche is considered a strong and serious person She seem like a match make in heaven for Darien. Serena was quite relieve because she did not feel like playing match makers for Leslie, but beside, Leslie was a beautiful young woman, she could get any man she desire, 'except the only one she wants is Darien,' thought Serena. The blonde concludes that this was not her problem anymore, yet she couldn't help but feel guilty for not helping Leslie in some way.
"It's lovely to meet you Miss Hartington. Darien told me all about you," Serena lies, glaring at Darien with a deadly look and a look that ask one of those question-why haven't you told me about her?- looks.
Darien saw those looks Serena gave him and gulp his throat.
"It's lovely to meet you too…Miss?" Blanche look at her dim-witted fiancée and signal him to introduce her.
"Oh right, right!" he jump in, "Blanche, this lovely young lady here, no offense Serena, is Leslie," he joked.
"Nice to meet you Leslie," Blanche shook the girl hand, and shaken by the coldness in her hand.
"Likewise," Leslie said indifferently. Jealousy and rage vent through her system, and the feeling of hatred started growing on Leslie for this fiancée of Darien; how dare she!
"Blanche, this is what's her name," the comic said, "this is Serena Kyle; fairest of all maidens with sharp tongues."
"Lovely to meet you Serena. I apologized for my dim-witted fiancée. It seems he does not know how to act like a gentleman around beautiful ladies," she said, nudging him with her elbow in his stomach.
"Don't be sorry Blanche, it is I who should be sorry."
"Why's that Serena?"
"Why, you're getting married to that dim-witted man." She retorted. Both ladies giggle madly at the comment making Darien flush to his face.
"Ahem. Now that you're all acquainted, should we head on the theater? I'm sure there are people who are eager to attends the show," Darien replied back.
The ride to the Burgundy Quarter Theater turns out to be pleasant for both Serena and Blanche for the two became more acquainted with each other. Mr. Edward said they were more like gossip sisters than newly friends. While the raven hair woman, who Serena found out, was twenty-four years old, swap-humiliating stories of Darien, who she also found out, was twenty-five years old. While Blanche told embarrassing stories of the ebony-hair man, Serena, in exchange, laughs and points at Darien. Such colloquies contains remarks by Serena, such as, "He did what? HAHAHHAHAHAHHA!" she would point, laugh, clutch her stomach, and points some more. Blanche would tell her 'long-lost sister', who she found out was at the age of twenty-two, stories that would began by, "this one time, when we were camping…" and so on.
The ride to Burgundy Quarter Theater turns out to be quite amusing for Mr. Edward, as he learned about his young employee. However, the ride also contained a humiliated grown man, and a fume, enrage girl who wants to be with that grown man.
"Mr. Edward, will you please remind me never ever let those two girls be in the same carriage as me?"
"I love to Darien, but my doctor ordered me to laughs as much as I can. I can't very well disobey him, now can I?"
"Not you too!" he bawl out loudly.
As entertaining as it was, the ride was cut shortly when the carriage stop in front of a large house with the orchestral style of late seventeen century. Serena looked out the window of her carriage and she saw many more carriages of different colors were coming up the street and in front of the theater. Now, the theater itself sells ticket because of the overly zealous gardening of the main entrance with an elephant fountains for decoration. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, petunias were soaking up sunrays and it mixes really well with the bright red color suits of busboys.
People of high classes rowdy out elegantly to get tickets for the best seats in the theater and one by one, husbands push others husband away from the line while the wives stand hopelessly around, waiting for them, but of course, gossiping about the whatnot of Raveloe. "They're so sophisticated and graceful," whispered Serena. Lace and silks flutter along the gentle sea breeze that came from the ocean cliffs. Seas of forest green, jades, wine red, ivory, sand yellow, turquoise, and azure dresses flooded the main entrance of Burgundy Quarter Theater in such a manner that reviews about this particular performance shall be dubbed in the morning newspaper as 'A Ball without White Wine.'
All of the sudden, Serena looks down at her dress and frown upon it. 'Why do I feel like such an outcast right about now," she ponders, her eyebrows squib as her philosophical approach on the topic.
"Ahh, good, we have finally arrived," observe the keenly Mr. Edward.
"About time," mumble the ever so invidious Leslie. The girl look weirdly upon the suppose lovebirds over yonder, and it disgusted her. Such remorse built over her, all those years of having a schoolgirl crush on Darien. How it mortify her pride and soul. Of all the things to think about, an odious act appears in the depth of Leslie's mind; an odious act indeed. She smirks at her brilliant idea and decided to collaborate it more fully during the play.
Blanche Hartington carefully placed her hand that was covered by a silk white glove into the large hand of her fiancée. She step off the black carriage in such a graceful manner, Serena felt embarrassed as a Princess for she could have even match the swanlike movement of Blanche. One by one, three more people step out of the carriage, first the inevitable Leslie Banlsome in her satin gown that she receive as a birthday present from Mr. Edward, then Mr. Edward himself, looking dashingly handsome for other elder women to stare and admire him from afar. "I believe it's your turn mademoiselle," tease Darien and he extended his hand out further for her to reach.
"Um…" Serena hesitated. She did not, in actuality; want to see the play that was written by some guy name Shakespeare. Although it might be a good play, what Serena really wanted was to meet people that are now like her; a bourgeois. She was sick of having to deal with people who think everyone was inferior to them; it was just plain wrong. Beside, look at what Serena was wearing; this was definitely not a dress for a formal play. But what will she said to Mr. Edward? Surely, she does not want him to think that she rejects his plan because she couldn't deal with his society?
"Well come along Serena. We shan't keep everyone waiting," Leslie command impatiently.
"Yes Leslie, I'll only be a moment, I just need to grab something from the carriage."
"Not a moment longer Serena. If we keep this pace up, we won't have any seat left in the theater and all this dressing up will be put to waste."
"Don't worry your little pretty head off Leslie; I believe I shall get the ticket while you all wait for Serena." Mr. Edward left abruptly for the long lines of married men getting tickets for their wives. Mr. Edward quickly flaunt over to his business friends and waits with them, chatting carelessly away about the economy of Raveloe and the people within it.
"Tell me Jason Bellur Edward, how did you come to such a beautiful procession?" one of his more 'bachelor' friend ask curiously, eyeing the young maiden.
"The carriage Mr. Stellar?" came the replied of a very naïve man. The elderly bachelor held on to his stomach and laughs, "You are a comic Jason! Either you're a comic or a fool not to see it for yourself."
"Stellar, there is such a thing called purity in people," stated another businessman from their little group.
"Humph," he said frustrate, "a girl like that is no more innocent than I am. Surely, you don't think with a body like her," he paused, licking his brittle lips as he lust for her more and more at the sight, " like her could not use it to her advantage."
Suddenly, the naïve Mr. Edward knew what his business friend meant, he was talking about Leslie. Somehow, he knew he could use it to his advantage. Leslie was always hinting at him to bring her into the high class world and often told him she wishes to be marry to an elder man for they are more reasonable and not illogic like most of the local boys. Well, Stellar does want a young girl, and it look like he won't be in his bachelor hood much longer. What could Mr. Edward lose?
"Leslie? You like Leslie? Well, I admit she's quite young for you, but perhaps I could talk into-''
"No you old fool," Mr. Stellar shook his head at the naïve man then refers to the person name Leslie. He knew who she was; she was a wrench thirsting for money, powder, and rouges. Although she was perfect for him, he desires something less…rough. "I meant the blonde Mr. Edward. She's more of my style." Ah, now the group of married men with the exception of Mr. Edward and Mr. Stellar all turn their heads toward the petite blonde.
"Wow…"
"Ooooh…."
"You are all so very lucky that your wives are not here," Mr. Edward stated somewhat in a furious tone. No way in heaven's name is that old dirty scoundrel Stellar going to get his hand on his daughter. 'Daughter?' amazed at his self that he could actually bond with a servant girl, but to him, she wasn't a servant girl, she was a daughter he and his wife never had.
"Bruce, you must be incredibility dense to think I'm giving up on Serena. She's like a daughter to me."
"So that's her name," Bruce Stellar admire the young maiden from afar, 'you'll be mine darling. I may be old, but never underestimate the power of Bruce Stellar,' the old man praise himself while he neglect Jason's advice to stay away from her.
"Ooooh Serena!" Leslie yelled out in annoyance, "what's taking you so bloody long?" That comment also turns a few heads, but just the concern facts of Darien and Blanche.
"Leslie, I'm sure Serena won't take any longer. Keep in mind, this is probably Serena's first time to such a place; she just have cold feet," Blanche reassure Leslie while sticking up for her new friend.
"Beside Leslie, I don't think we're going inside to see the play anytime soon," Darien motion for Leslie to look at the long lines of impatient men.
"You're right." Leslie admit defeated, but her rage storm up again, "what's Mr. Edward doing getting out of the line? And why is Mr. Stellar heading over here?"
"I presume the old dirty bald headed dinosaur for a scoundrel wants something from us. I don't trust him one bit," comment Darien as his hatred for Daryl was about the same level for Mr. Bruce Stellar. He often wonders why Mr. Stellar and Daryl should not have been father and son.
"I agree Darien, there's just something so wearyingly creepy about him. Although I agree with you about him, don't called him such names!"
"Ow! What was that for? My tongue was not uncivilized Blanche."
"Well…that slap was for questioning me."
"Hm…marrying you might be a mistake," Darien mumbles.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing!" He panics. 'Too close!'
"I heard that Mr. Lanster. Now comply with me and be nice to Mr. Stellar."
"Yes Sir!" Darien once again teased his fiancée.
"I'm sorry I kept you all waiting," apologized Serena as she step out of the carriage, but not without the gentleman name Darien helping her out first.
"Must you always be a gentleman?" She asked him.
"I'm not always a gentleman. Just to let you secretly know, I'm putting on a show," he whispered the last part to her making Serena giggles and Blanche curious. But that curiosity demise when Mr. Stellar approach with an ever irate Mr. Edward behind him.
"Psst," she whispered over to Darien, "over here." Among hearing Blanche calling him, Darien went to her in a surreptitious way, almost a spy or something secretive.
"Yes Agent Hartington?" he teased her.
"Cut it out! This is no time for jokes, that old man Stellar is coming over to hit on Serena no doubt, and I for one, won't let him do that. So just follow my lead," Blanche order.
"Yes Agent Hartington," he once again teased her only to be follow by a slap on the arm.
It was not long after Blanche and Darien had a private talk that the infamous Mr. Bruce Stellar appears before them. Just as Blanche predicted, the dinosaur did not waste time to charm the ladies at present. Serena watch as an old man made his way through by flirting with Leslie first. Strange as the moment was, Serena saw Leslie was in fact enjoying the old man flirting with her. 'Gross!' thought Serena.
Next, Mr. Stellar decides that Leslie was too pushy and move onto Blanche. It was quite a scene to see, for many members of the people there turn around to see an old man making a move on Darien Lanster's fiancée. It was like a field day for gossipers.
Mr. Stellar took Blanche's hand by pulling on it harshly and place a kiss upon it. 'Ew, there's saliva on my hand,' the girl thought. She looked up at an infuriating Darien, calmly standing over her and touching her shoulder to reassure her that there are soaps available at the theater.
"Good afternoon Miss. Hartington," he address to her.
"Good afternoon Mr. Stellar, and please," she smile kindly at him, "think of me as Mrs. Darien Lanster."
"Yes…so I see that. By the by Miss. Hartington, who is that friend of yours over there?"
"That girl over there? Oh please, she is nothing more than a servant girl; pay no mind to her,' Blanche said. Blanche knew she had to say that or else that old creep would move on Serena faster tan a vulture on a dead carcass. Serena, who stood no more than twenty paces from Blanche, was hurt by that comment of her. She thought that Blanche was her friend, but it was obvious to Serena that Miss. Hartington had just faked the whole thing in order to impress Darien.
'Status does not matter to me,'' Mr. Stellar told to Blanche, but address it to Serena. Serena got a chill from the ever so lovingly Mr. Stellar, but she dismiss it for her philosophy of the old man on status in society appeal to her. "And who might you be my darling?" He asked her.
"My name is Ser_''
"Oh Serena! I need you to do something for me," Blanche practically screech in her ears, 'you see, silly Darien forgot to pick up my reception dress and among other surprises, so could you please be a wonderful person and help Darien get it before the store close/"Blanche lies, telling Darien mentally to follow along her white lie.
"Yes, that's right. Please Serena?" follow by some pouting and puppy dog eyes.
"Well, I-" again, cut off.
'Oh, pish-posh, I'm sure Leslie could help Serena. This is probably Serena's first time to see a play by this Shakespeare fellow. We mustn't let Serena miss such a milestone," argues Mr. Stellar, "can you help Darien, my little Leslie?"
Leslie, realizing this is her only chance to snatch Darien for herself once and for all, immediately respond by nodding her head, "I don't mind."
Blanche, seeing Mr. Stellar's wickedly cleverness was at a lost. How can she save her new friend?
"No Leslie, I can't possibly let you go. Look at the way you're dress. It's splendid and beautiful; fit for an evening of elegance, not an evening out on the town, running for errands. Serena, we need to go now," step in the ever-valiant Darien Lanster. Darien took Serena's small hand, led her up the black carriage and speed off before anyone could protest or say another word. "Go Darien!" thought Blanche, smiling to herself.
Well, that's so much for it. Was it too short?? I wouldn't know. Um, well, anyway, send comments, flames (J.K), and other stuff. Oh yeah, I want to thank to those who all sent me flowers and gummy worms; I needed that. Well, see you all after spring break. Woooooooooo!! Spring Break!!!!!!!!!
Red Potato