6 Things I Hate About You
(Chapter 5)
By: Lady of Silver
Vooley@Defiantchild.com
I'd like to thank Lady Rinoa for the extra long and
enthusiastic review. Hehe. You've got me writing again.
I'm really sorry that I've neglected my writing as of
late, and will try harder to finish this story. Thanx
to everyone else who has reviewed!
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*****3 days later*****
Serenity sat back in the carriage, completely
miserable. She had allowed her mother and Darien's
mother to cart her around, introducing her to
new people as Darien's soon-to-be wife. She was
polite to them, for she really had no choice,
and acted as though she was the caring and
kindhearted woman she should have been. Seeing
no point in pretending right now, for it was
only herself and her mother now, she kicked
the seat across from her. Isabella glared at
her angrily.
"Stop it this instant Serenity Patronal."
she ordered. Serenity ignored the demand.
"Shut up mother dearest, or it will be you
I kick next." she replied, once more kicking the
seat. Her mother was startled. Never had Serenity
spoke to her in that way. Serenity had always been
the obedient daughter that other people percieved
her to be. Isabella had taken that for granted.
It was hard not too, for Serenity had become quite
the actress. Isabella was jealous that her daughter
had excelled in beauty, grace, whit, and charm, but
was not jealous at the looks men gave them when they
were at parties, which was the only reason she
insisted Serenity not stray far from her side anywhere
they went. She loved the compliments she got, when people
said they looked like sisers, but most of all loved the
attention. She had been her father's favorite and spoiled
far too much, but had never considered her vanity a problem.
She scowled at her daughter and then returned her attention
to the people they passed. They were having lunch today
with the Franklins at their house. When they arrived,
Serenity had unwillingly exited the carriage when Darien
offered his arm. Isabella smiled slightly from the porch
with Mrs. Franklin, where they stood watching the couple.
Her daughter's appearance was impecable. The pink
evening dress stitched here and there with white lace
accented her figure perfectly, and her golden hair was
pulled into a simple high ponytail, which was in long
curls. A matching pink scarf was tied around the base of
it, and the pink tails went to the same length as her hair.
She had refused to wear make-up, for which Isabella was a
little frustrated, for she looked slightly pale. The older
women proceeded into the house, leaving Darien and Serenity
alone. As soon as the door closed, Serenity jerked away from him.
"Don't even think about it!" she snapped at him. He sighed.
"Serenity, please-"
"Leave me alone. Can't you see you've ruined my life enough
as it is?" she interrupted. He had had enough. Anger flashed in
his eyes as he grabbed her roughly by the upper arms and pulled
her to him, lifting her up so he wouldn't have to look down so much.
"Listen Serenity. I don't think I've ruined your life, and
I also think that deep down inside you, you know I haven't. Your
marriage to me will only make things better. It will keep the other
men, who don't have a snowball's chance in hell with you, off of you,
and your parents and friends won't try to set you up anymore. You will
be looked after and well taken care up. They know I'll make sure of
it. Besides, they assume love comes later in a marraige." he hadn't
realized that he'd shaken her slightly each time he named the ways
that it would help. Her eyes were wide and fearful, unshed tears
in those beautiful crystal blues. Sadness, acknowledgement.and
was that...admiration?
'No, she wouldn't admire me.' Darien thought. Suddenly, he
realized that he was holding her above the ground. He set her
down and turned away. "I apologize for my behavior." he muttered
and walked into the house.
"I apologize too." he heard her whisper as he brushed passed
her. He stopped and turned. She had a small smile on her pink lips,
and tears had begun to make their way down her cheeks. He was unaware
of what to do. For all the time he had known her, she had cried only
once before. The time when he had pushed her too far. He had taken
her into his arms, and forced a kiss on her. He reached into his
pocket and took out his handkerchief. Slowly, he walked back towards
her. She stayed motionless, making no attempt to take the handkerchief
from him. Carefully, he lifted her chin so that her face was up, and
he began to dry her tears. More threatend to come, but subsided at
his touch. He had been so rough just a minute earlier, but now was
soft and careful. She felt her heart beat faster, but smothered any
thoughts of where his hands could go. As a result, her cheeks
turned rosy pink with the very ideas. She was blushing. He returned
the handkerchief to his pocket, and pulled her into a hug.
"Let's go inside before they wonder what's keeping us so
long." he said and lead her up the steps and into the house.
The two mothers were sitting in the study, discussing wedding
arangements when Dariena and Serenity entered. Isabella
looked at their faces, then her gaze traveled to where his
hand rested on Serenity's back. She smiled slightly. Serenity
glared straight back at her.
"Serenity! Darien! Good. You've decided to come inside.
Serenity, we must have your opinion on which color is best. Red or blue?"
"Which is best for what?" Serenity asked, missing Darien's
side glance.
"Your wedding dress of course!" Mrs. Franklin huffed.
Serenity stiffend.
"My wedding dress will be white."
"But-" Mrs. Franklin attempted.
"My wedding dress will be white." Serenity repeated sharply.
"Such a strong headed woman isn't she?" Darien laughed.
"That's how she was raised." Isabella said and smiled slightly.
Mrs. Franklin looked unhappy, but smiled along. White was for purity.
'That brat is not pure. I've heard what she's done.' Mrs. Franklin
thought as she smiled.
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Oh no! What's this? Mrs. Franklin calling Serenity unpure? Tainted?
Then why would she have acted so happy when she had learned about the
egagement? Next chapter will be in her point of view. So far, I think
it's beem Omnicient..or howeva ya spell it. 3rd person Omnicient. Where
the reader knows what everyone is thinking. Let me know how you like this
one. I apologize for it being so short...but i've written this in like a
really short ammount of time. It's taken me less than two hours, when
most of my chapters have taken days.
~Lady of Silver~
(Chapter 5)
By: Lady of Silver
Vooley@Defiantchild.com
I'd like to thank Lady Rinoa for the extra long and
enthusiastic review. Hehe. You've got me writing again.
I'm really sorry that I've neglected my writing as of
late, and will try harder to finish this story. Thanx
to everyone else who has reviewed!
****************************************************************************************
*****3 days later*****
Serenity sat back in the carriage, completely
miserable. She had allowed her mother and Darien's
mother to cart her around, introducing her to
new people as Darien's soon-to-be wife. She was
polite to them, for she really had no choice,
and acted as though she was the caring and
kindhearted woman she should have been. Seeing
no point in pretending right now, for it was
only herself and her mother now, she kicked
the seat across from her. Isabella glared at
her angrily.
"Stop it this instant Serenity Patronal."
she ordered. Serenity ignored the demand.
"Shut up mother dearest, or it will be you
I kick next." she replied, once more kicking the
seat. Her mother was startled. Never had Serenity
spoke to her in that way. Serenity had always been
the obedient daughter that other people percieved
her to be. Isabella had taken that for granted.
It was hard not too, for Serenity had become quite
the actress. Isabella was jealous that her daughter
had excelled in beauty, grace, whit, and charm, but
was not jealous at the looks men gave them when they
were at parties, which was the only reason she
insisted Serenity not stray far from her side anywhere
they went. She loved the compliments she got, when people
said they looked like sisers, but most of all loved the
attention. She had been her father's favorite and spoiled
far too much, but had never considered her vanity a problem.
She scowled at her daughter and then returned her attention
to the people they passed. They were having lunch today
with the Franklins at their house. When they arrived,
Serenity had unwillingly exited the carriage when Darien
offered his arm. Isabella smiled slightly from the porch
with Mrs. Franklin, where they stood watching the couple.
Her daughter's appearance was impecable. The pink
evening dress stitched here and there with white lace
accented her figure perfectly, and her golden hair was
pulled into a simple high ponytail, which was in long
curls. A matching pink scarf was tied around the base of
it, and the pink tails went to the same length as her hair.
She had refused to wear make-up, for which Isabella was a
little frustrated, for she looked slightly pale. The older
women proceeded into the house, leaving Darien and Serenity
alone. As soon as the door closed, Serenity jerked away from him.
"Don't even think about it!" she snapped at him. He sighed.
"Serenity, please-"
"Leave me alone. Can't you see you've ruined my life enough
as it is?" she interrupted. He had had enough. Anger flashed in
his eyes as he grabbed her roughly by the upper arms and pulled
her to him, lifting her up so he wouldn't have to look down so much.
"Listen Serenity. I don't think I've ruined your life, and
I also think that deep down inside you, you know I haven't. Your
marriage to me will only make things better. It will keep the other
men, who don't have a snowball's chance in hell with you, off of you,
and your parents and friends won't try to set you up anymore. You will
be looked after and well taken care up. They know I'll make sure of
it. Besides, they assume love comes later in a marraige." he hadn't
realized that he'd shaken her slightly each time he named the ways
that it would help. Her eyes were wide and fearful, unshed tears
in those beautiful crystal blues. Sadness, acknowledgement.and
was that...admiration?
'No, she wouldn't admire me.' Darien thought. Suddenly, he
realized that he was holding her above the ground. He set her
down and turned away. "I apologize for my behavior." he muttered
and walked into the house.
"I apologize too." he heard her whisper as he brushed passed
her. He stopped and turned. She had a small smile on her pink lips,
and tears had begun to make their way down her cheeks. He was unaware
of what to do. For all the time he had known her, she had cried only
once before. The time when he had pushed her too far. He had taken
her into his arms, and forced a kiss on her. He reached into his
pocket and took out his handkerchief. Slowly, he walked back towards
her. She stayed motionless, making no attempt to take the handkerchief
from him. Carefully, he lifted her chin so that her face was up, and
he began to dry her tears. More threatend to come, but subsided at
his touch. He had been so rough just a minute earlier, but now was
soft and careful. She felt her heart beat faster, but smothered any
thoughts of where his hands could go. As a result, her cheeks
turned rosy pink with the very ideas. She was blushing. He returned
the handkerchief to his pocket, and pulled her into a hug.
"Let's go inside before they wonder what's keeping us so
long." he said and lead her up the steps and into the house.
The two mothers were sitting in the study, discussing wedding
arangements when Dariena and Serenity entered. Isabella
looked at their faces, then her gaze traveled to where his
hand rested on Serenity's back. She smiled slightly. Serenity
glared straight back at her.
"Serenity! Darien! Good. You've decided to come inside.
Serenity, we must have your opinion on which color is best. Red or blue?"
"Which is best for what?" Serenity asked, missing Darien's
side glance.
"Your wedding dress of course!" Mrs. Franklin huffed.
Serenity stiffend.
"My wedding dress will be white."
"But-" Mrs. Franklin attempted.
"My wedding dress will be white." Serenity repeated sharply.
"Such a strong headed woman isn't she?" Darien laughed.
"That's how she was raised." Isabella said and smiled slightly.
Mrs. Franklin looked unhappy, but smiled along. White was for purity.
'That brat is not pure. I've heard what she's done.' Mrs. Franklin
thought as she smiled.
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Oh no! What's this? Mrs. Franklin calling Serenity unpure? Tainted?
Then why would she have acted so happy when she had learned about the
egagement? Next chapter will be in her point of view. So far, I think
it's beem Omnicient..or howeva ya spell it. 3rd person Omnicient. Where
the reader knows what everyone is thinking. Let me know how you like this
one. I apologize for it being so short...but i've written this in like a
really short ammount of time. It's taken me less than two hours, when
most of my chapters have taken days.
~Lady of Silver~
