Title: Irony and Happiness
Author: Usagi San (chiba_serena@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon or any of its characters.
AN: Hello readers! Chapter 3 is done! I'm really sorry for
posting it so late, but um, I just didn't have the time
to get it out. Thanks for being patient with me and for
Emailing/reviewing me! I won't blab anymore, so read on!
'......'=thoughts
Chapter 3
"I don't have to tell you anything!" Gratitude Serena had been
feeling just moments ago was quickly being replaced by anger
and defiance. Darien had spent the last one hour interrogating
relentlessly about her past, her reasons for fainting, her
everything. It was really getting to her. Couldn't he see how
tired she was?
"A proper lady does not yell but give answers when being
questioned," Darien gritted between clenched teeth, his anger
and frustration mounting. He could feel a headache making
itself known in his head.
"I'm not a proper lady," she retorted then glanced around.
She noted, with some surprise, that the old woman who had
taken care of her was gone. 'Must have gotten tired of hearing
this man speak,' she thought cruelly.
A new voice interrupted their argument. Old but wise, the voice
held amusement along with a slightly British accent.
"Darien the girl is tired. I think it would be wise to leave the
lady in peace for awhile." The Duchess of Lemmon appeared at the
doorway with 2 servants supporting her.
Noticing Serena's curious stare, Margeria smiled warmly and
introduced herself.
'So this is Darien's grandmother,' Serena thought, gazing at the
figure by the door. 'She certainly has the grace and air of
superiority around her.'
The Duchess looked about 70, with a crown of silvery hair and dark
blue eyes. She was small, only coming up to Darien's shoulder and
barely Serena's height.
"I'm honoured to meet your acquaintance," Serena murmured after
introducing herself. She stole a peek at Darien and saw that he
was staring at his grandmother with a look of tender affection
etched on his strong face.
'Who knew Darien could show emotions other than exasperation,
frustration, and anger?" Serena thought, surprised. She studied
Darien under her lowered eyelids. Dark, handsome complexion with
high cheekbones, sensuous mouth, dark eyes framed by long thick
eyelashes, and a strong chin. Thick black hair grew wildly on
his head and fell lazily over his forehead. He stood there with
daunting sophistication and devastating masculinity. Broad
shoulders filled out his crisp white shirt, clean trousers
accentuating slim hips and long legs. He truly is a perfect male
idol.
Slowly, Darien straightened and strolled towards Serena. Her heart
leaped wildly and her throat closed over convulsively. What was this
disturbing effect that he has over her?
Standing in front of Serena, Darien leaned over so that his eyes
were level with hers and murmured so that only she could hear,
"I am not done with you Serena." He tilted his head, eyes intense,
lean fingers reaching out to tilt her chins. "I will find out
everything about you."
After Darien and Margeria left, Serena lifted her index
finger and touched the bottom of her chin tentatively. The
spot where Darien had touched still burned. She had felt a
jolt when he had came in contact with her. Felt the electric
shock course through her whole body. 'This is bad,' she
thought helplessly. 'I can not be falling for someone as
bad-tempered as he. As arrogant as he. As cold as he. As
handsome as he.'
"Darien, what do you think of her?" Margeria asked carefully
as they walked to her chamber. The scene moments ago had
convinced her that Darien and Serena are meant to be together.
Why, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other, and she
could feel the attractive forces between them!
After a few seconds of thinking, Darien said, "She's...unique."
Of course, she was way more than that. Try stubborn, annoying,
wild. But Darien could see that his dear grandma took a liking
to the girl, so he kept those thoughts to himself.
Margeria nodded in agreement. Being careful to keep the glee and
slyness out of her voice, she said, "I want to make Serena my
adopted granddaughter. Do you think Serena will object?"
Darien's spine went rigid, his lips thinning.
"Grandmother, I don't think that's a very good idea," he said
slowly, pausing as they reached her chamber. The shock that
had evoked at the suggestion was just beginning to fade.
"Serena does not look or act the part of a noble lady.
The ton will simply not accept her into the society."
Margeria opened the door before turning to face Darien.
"Well then, we'll have to throw a party in honor of Serena.
I will make the announcement. Surely you don't believe that
anyone would act anything but gracious and welcoming in public!"
'It's true,' Darien thought, inwardly groaning. His grandmother
has considerable influence over the ton, having been very
beautiful and sociable when she was younger. Being very rich
helped. If Margeria so much as say a word, every lady and
gentleman would trip over their feet to impress and please Serena.
"Pray tell, why the sudden interest in a slip of girl with
unknown background, Grandmother?"
"I have my reasons," Margeria replied, but didn't elaborate.
They parted, each lost in their own thoughts.
Margeria's thoughts were full of plots and schemes of finally
making her grandson get the happiness he deserved.
Darien's mind was occupied by the girl whom he'd saved and might
live in his mansion forever.
One week later...
"Milady, I beg you to stand still!" Molly, the personal maid
appointed to be Serena's personal servant tucked another pin
into Serena's hair to hold the long strands. Margeria had given
her specific instructions to tend to Serena just 6 days ago.
At first, Serena had done everything she could to make the
girl feel at ease. But Molly could only stutter and curtsey
and mumble apologies one after another. She couldn't even meet
Serena's eyes. Finally, under Serena's everyday kindness,
Molly began to be bolder, even demanding Serena to do something.
However, Molly was set on calling Serena 'Milady', and no
amount of persuasion could change that.
It was an important day for Serena. Margeria had told her a few
days before that today, there was going to be a ball, thrown
on her behalf. A surprise will also be arranged. Serena had
stammered her thanks, eyes automatically searching and locking
on Darien's, only to find a closed expression on the handsome
face.
'Margeria is so good to me,' Serena thought, ceasing movement so
that Molly could do her hair. Margeria, for the past 6 days, had
always found time to visit Serena and keep her company. It was
Margeria who had persuaded her to stay at the mansion when she
had wanted to leave. Margeria who offered advice when Serena
complained endlessly about Darien's coldness towards her,
Margeria who listened when Serena finally poured out the whole
story about her father's death and running away. In a way,
Margeria was a friend. She was a grandmother Serena never had.
"Your hair is done, Milady." Molly's voice broke Serena's
train of thoughts. Serena looked into the mirror and saw a
beautiful stranger staring back at her. Hair all pinned up
by blue rosebud pins, with a few strands framing a flushed
face, blue eyes wide and sparkling, lips painted a crimson
rouge, and a pair of sapphire studs graced her ears. Her
eyes travelled down and saw a magnificent pale blue gown that
bared her shoulders and hugged her body. It flared at the
hips, falling down to cover blue satin high-heels. She felt
like a princess.
A nasty little part of her head wondered about Darien's
reaction when he sees her. Margeria must have forced him
because this morning, he had come to her door, all stiff
and formal, and had told her that he will be escorting her
to the party held at St. Pierre Maison. She had been
shocked, staring at him speechless, color rushing to
her face. He had been angry, dark blue eyes snapping with
Barely contained fury.
Serena looked at herself again. A smile tugged at the corner
of her mouth. This might just be a night she soon will not
Forget!
"Milady, you look truly beautiful!" sincerity shone in the
maid's eyes as she looked Serena over. Serena smiled her
thanks and was about to say something when the sound of
knocking interrupted them. Suddenly, Serena felt nervous
and giddy at the same time. She smoothed her gown with
clammy hands, ignored the funny feeling in her stomach,
and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, walked
gracefully to the door and plastered a bright smile on
her face before turning the doorknob to greet her escort.
End of chapter 3
Oh, so how was this chapter?! I'm so excited cuz I
Have so many plans and ideas in my head about this
Story. Please, review/email me to tell me what you
Think! Thanks.
-Usagi San
Author: Usagi San (chiba_serena@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon or any of its characters.
AN: Hello readers! Chapter 3 is done! I'm really sorry for
posting it so late, but um, I just didn't have the time
to get it out. Thanks for being patient with me and for
Emailing/reviewing me! I won't blab anymore, so read on!
'......'=thoughts
Chapter 3
"I don't have to tell you anything!" Gratitude Serena had been
feeling just moments ago was quickly being replaced by anger
and defiance. Darien had spent the last one hour interrogating
relentlessly about her past, her reasons for fainting, her
everything. It was really getting to her. Couldn't he see how
tired she was?
"A proper lady does not yell but give answers when being
questioned," Darien gritted between clenched teeth, his anger
and frustration mounting. He could feel a headache making
itself known in his head.
"I'm not a proper lady," she retorted then glanced around.
She noted, with some surprise, that the old woman who had
taken care of her was gone. 'Must have gotten tired of hearing
this man speak,' she thought cruelly.
A new voice interrupted their argument. Old but wise, the voice
held amusement along with a slightly British accent.
"Darien the girl is tired. I think it would be wise to leave the
lady in peace for awhile." The Duchess of Lemmon appeared at the
doorway with 2 servants supporting her.
Noticing Serena's curious stare, Margeria smiled warmly and
introduced herself.
'So this is Darien's grandmother,' Serena thought, gazing at the
figure by the door. 'She certainly has the grace and air of
superiority around her.'
The Duchess looked about 70, with a crown of silvery hair and dark
blue eyes. She was small, only coming up to Darien's shoulder and
barely Serena's height.
"I'm honoured to meet your acquaintance," Serena murmured after
introducing herself. She stole a peek at Darien and saw that he
was staring at his grandmother with a look of tender affection
etched on his strong face.
'Who knew Darien could show emotions other than exasperation,
frustration, and anger?" Serena thought, surprised. She studied
Darien under her lowered eyelids. Dark, handsome complexion with
high cheekbones, sensuous mouth, dark eyes framed by long thick
eyelashes, and a strong chin. Thick black hair grew wildly on
his head and fell lazily over his forehead. He stood there with
daunting sophistication and devastating masculinity. Broad
shoulders filled out his crisp white shirt, clean trousers
accentuating slim hips and long legs. He truly is a perfect male
idol.
Slowly, Darien straightened and strolled towards Serena. Her heart
leaped wildly and her throat closed over convulsively. What was this
disturbing effect that he has over her?
Standing in front of Serena, Darien leaned over so that his eyes
were level with hers and murmured so that only she could hear,
"I am not done with you Serena." He tilted his head, eyes intense,
lean fingers reaching out to tilt her chins. "I will find out
everything about you."
After Darien and Margeria left, Serena lifted her index
finger and touched the bottom of her chin tentatively. The
spot where Darien had touched still burned. She had felt a
jolt when he had came in contact with her. Felt the electric
shock course through her whole body. 'This is bad,' she
thought helplessly. 'I can not be falling for someone as
bad-tempered as he. As arrogant as he. As cold as he. As
handsome as he.'
"Darien, what do you think of her?" Margeria asked carefully
as they walked to her chamber. The scene moments ago had
convinced her that Darien and Serena are meant to be together.
Why, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other, and she
could feel the attractive forces between them!
After a few seconds of thinking, Darien said, "She's...unique."
Of course, she was way more than that. Try stubborn, annoying,
wild. But Darien could see that his dear grandma took a liking
to the girl, so he kept those thoughts to himself.
Margeria nodded in agreement. Being careful to keep the glee and
slyness out of her voice, she said, "I want to make Serena my
adopted granddaughter. Do you think Serena will object?"
Darien's spine went rigid, his lips thinning.
"Grandmother, I don't think that's a very good idea," he said
slowly, pausing as they reached her chamber. The shock that
had evoked at the suggestion was just beginning to fade.
"Serena does not look or act the part of a noble lady.
The ton will simply not accept her into the society."
Margeria opened the door before turning to face Darien.
"Well then, we'll have to throw a party in honor of Serena.
I will make the announcement. Surely you don't believe that
anyone would act anything but gracious and welcoming in public!"
'It's true,' Darien thought, inwardly groaning. His grandmother
has considerable influence over the ton, having been very
beautiful and sociable when she was younger. Being very rich
helped. If Margeria so much as say a word, every lady and
gentleman would trip over their feet to impress and please Serena.
"Pray tell, why the sudden interest in a slip of girl with
unknown background, Grandmother?"
"I have my reasons," Margeria replied, but didn't elaborate.
They parted, each lost in their own thoughts.
Margeria's thoughts were full of plots and schemes of finally
making her grandson get the happiness he deserved.
Darien's mind was occupied by the girl whom he'd saved and might
live in his mansion forever.
One week later...
"Milady, I beg you to stand still!" Molly, the personal maid
appointed to be Serena's personal servant tucked another pin
into Serena's hair to hold the long strands. Margeria had given
her specific instructions to tend to Serena just 6 days ago.
At first, Serena had done everything she could to make the
girl feel at ease. But Molly could only stutter and curtsey
and mumble apologies one after another. She couldn't even meet
Serena's eyes. Finally, under Serena's everyday kindness,
Molly began to be bolder, even demanding Serena to do something.
However, Molly was set on calling Serena 'Milady', and no
amount of persuasion could change that.
It was an important day for Serena. Margeria had told her a few
days before that today, there was going to be a ball, thrown
on her behalf. A surprise will also be arranged. Serena had
stammered her thanks, eyes automatically searching and locking
on Darien's, only to find a closed expression on the handsome
face.
'Margeria is so good to me,' Serena thought, ceasing movement so
that Molly could do her hair. Margeria, for the past 6 days, had
always found time to visit Serena and keep her company. It was
Margeria who had persuaded her to stay at the mansion when she
had wanted to leave. Margeria who offered advice when Serena
complained endlessly about Darien's coldness towards her,
Margeria who listened when Serena finally poured out the whole
story about her father's death and running away. In a way,
Margeria was a friend. She was a grandmother Serena never had.
"Your hair is done, Milady." Molly's voice broke Serena's
train of thoughts. Serena looked into the mirror and saw a
beautiful stranger staring back at her. Hair all pinned up
by blue rosebud pins, with a few strands framing a flushed
face, blue eyes wide and sparkling, lips painted a crimson
rouge, and a pair of sapphire studs graced her ears. Her
eyes travelled down and saw a magnificent pale blue gown that
bared her shoulders and hugged her body. It flared at the
hips, falling down to cover blue satin high-heels. She felt
like a princess.
A nasty little part of her head wondered about Darien's
reaction when he sees her. Margeria must have forced him
because this morning, he had come to her door, all stiff
and formal, and had told her that he will be escorting her
to the party held at St. Pierre Maison. She had been
shocked, staring at him speechless, color rushing to
her face. He had been angry, dark blue eyes snapping with
Barely contained fury.
Serena looked at herself again. A smile tugged at the corner
of her mouth. This might just be a night she soon will not
Forget!
"Milady, you look truly beautiful!" sincerity shone in the
maid's eyes as she looked Serena over. Serena smiled her
thanks and was about to say something when the sound of
knocking interrupted them. Suddenly, Serena felt nervous
and giddy at the same time. She smoothed her gown with
clammy hands, ignored the funny feeling in her stomach,
and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, walked
gracefully to the door and plastered a bright smile on
her face before turning the doorknob to greet her escort.
End of chapter 3
Oh, so how was this chapter?! I'm so excited cuz I
Have so many plans and ideas in my head about this
Story. Please, review/email me to tell me what you
Think! Thanks.
-Usagi San