The Perfect Plan
Chapter Two
When Amelia woke up early the next morning, she regretted lying to her mother and saying that she didn't feel well the night before, because now she really did feel sick.
Pulling on her robe over her nightgown, she walked slowly down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother was preparing breakfast,
"Mom, I don't think I should go to work today."
"Is something wrong, Mia?" he mother asked, concerned.
"I just feel completely sick and miserable. I really would just like to sleep," she said.
"Alright. Tell your brother to run over to the shop to tell Will, then you go straight back to bed, and later I'll bring up some hot soup for you, okay?"
"Thanks, Mom," Mia said gratefully with a smile.
Climbing the stairs even slower than she had descended them, Mia went straight to her older brother Gavin's room. After she knocked twice, a muscular twenty-year old man opened the door.
"What can I do for you, Miss Amelia?" he played his usual game, acting proper around his younger sister.
"I am sick and can't go to work today, and I need you to go and tell Will for me, please," she said, smiling a bit to make him feel like he had to go.
"Yeah, I'll go. You just feel better, okay?" he replied.
"Thanks, Gav. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, Mia."
Closing her brother's door behind her, she went back to her room and laid down in her bed. Her younger brother Shaun brought her a cup of tea just as she was about to drift to sleep, and she was somewhat annoyed, but she graciously thanked her brother for his kind gesture.
Sitting on her window bench wrapped in her robe and a shawl, sipping her tea slowly, Mia watched the sun rise over the masts of the ships docked at the port. One was pulling in as she watched, and her eyes followed as a man exited the ship and walked over to the money collector at the dock.
After she had finished all of her lemon-flavored tea, she felt quite drowsy. She climbed back into her oversized bed and within two minutes, she had fallen into slumber.
A few hours later, she awoke for no apparent reason. Sitting up, she noticed that her window was open. 'That's funny. I thought I closed that when I came back in yesterday.'
Walking to the window, she noticed a dark grey-blue object on the floor out of the corner of her eye.
Turning around to pick it up, she studied it, and concluded that it was just a rock that her six year old brother, Damian, had dropped while snooping around.
"My father sent that to me when I was little," a man's voice said from behind her.
Turning quickly, she gasped and stared at the man climbing into her bedroom through her window. "Will! What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing, and your mother told me to go right up. You were sleeping, so I decided to see the view you climb on the roof for, which I might say is an spectacular view. I didn't even realize that I had dropped that."
"What is it? I mean, other than the fact that it's from your father, why would you just carry around a rock?" Mia asked, intrigued.
"My father wrote that is a certain rare stone that can only be broken apart when it or its surroundings reach a specific temperature. Inside, it is rumored, is a very valuable gem," he explained.
For no apparent reason, Mia turned on Will saying in an annoyed voice, "So why don't you get the rock to break and give that to Elizabeth instead of the ring, so I can stay here and enjoy my miserable life."
"Because you can't give a rock as an engagement ring," Will said, thinking the Mia was being sarcastic, but thinking into her comment deeper, he added, "Is something wrong, Mia?"
"No. Everything is just peachy!" she said, this time, actually sarcastic.
Will, coming to his senses, and realizing what was actually bothering his dear friend, said in an understanding tone, "Mia. I can't help it if you still have feelings for me, but I don't think of you that way. You're like a sister to me. I love Elizabeth. And I'm sorry if it hurts you, but that's the way it is."
And with that, Will got up from his seated position on Mia's bed, walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Mia didn't know whether to be livid, embarrassed, or down right depressed.
When Amelia woke up early the next morning, she regretted lying to her mother and saying that she didn't feel well the night before, because now she really did feel sick.
Pulling on her robe over her nightgown, she walked slowly down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother was preparing breakfast,
"Mom, I don't think I should go to work today."
"Is something wrong, Mia?" he mother asked, concerned.
"I just feel completely sick and miserable. I really would just like to sleep," she said.
"Alright. Tell your brother to run over to the shop to tell Will, then you go straight back to bed, and later I'll bring up some hot soup for you, okay?"
"Thanks, Mom," Mia said gratefully with a smile.
Climbing the stairs even slower than she had descended them, Mia went straight to her older brother Gavin's room. After she knocked twice, a muscular twenty-year old man opened the door.
"What can I do for you, Miss Amelia?" he played his usual game, acting proper around his younger sister.
"I am sick and can't go to work today, and I need you to go and tell Will for me, please," she said, smiling a bit to make him feel like he had to go.
"Yeah, I'll go. You just feel better, okay?" he replied.
"Thanks, Gav. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, Mia."
Closing her brother's door behind her, she went back to her room and laid down in her bed. Her younger brother Shaun brought her a cup of tea just as she was about to drift to sleep, and she was somewhat annoyed, but she graciously thanked her brother for his kind gesture.
Sitting on her window bench wrapped in her robe and a shawl, sipping her tea slowly, Mia watched the sun rise over the masts of the ships docked at the port. One was pulling in as she watched, and her eyes followed as a man exited the ship and walked over to the money collector at the dock.
After she had finished all of her lemon-flavored tea, she felt quite drowsy. She climbed back into her oversized bed and within two minutes, she had fallen into slumber.
A few hours later, she awoke for no apparent reason. Sitting up, she noticed that her window was open. 'That's funny. I thought I closed that when I came back in yesterday.'
Walking to the window, she noticed a dark grey-blue object on the floor out of the corner of her eye.
Turning around to pick it up, she studied it, and concluded that it was just a rock that her six year old brother, Damian, had dropped while snooping around.
"My father sent that to me when I was little," a man's voice said from behind her.
Turning quickly, she gasped and stared at the man climbing into her bedroom through her window. "Will! What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing, and your mother told me to go right up. You were sleeping, so I decided to see the view you climb on the roof for, which I might say is an spectacular view. I didn't even realize that I had dropped that."
"What is it? I mean, other than the fact that it's from your father, why would you just carry around a rock?" Mia asked, intrigued.
"My father wrote that is a certain rare stone that can only be broken apart when it or its surroundings reach a specific temperature. Inside, it is rumored, is a very valuable gem," he explained.
For no apparent reason, Mia turned on Will saying in an annoyed voice, "So why don't you get the rock to break and give that to Elizabeth instead of the ring, so I can stay here and enjoy my miserable life."
"Because you can't give a rock as an engagement ring," Will said, thinking the Mia was being sarcastic, but thinking into her comment deeper, he added, "Is something wrong, Mia?"
"No. Everything is just peachy!" she said, this time, actually sarcastic.
Will, coming to his senses, and realizing what was actually bothering his dear friend, said in an understanding tone, "Mia. I can't help it if you still have feelings for me, but I don't think of you that way. You're like a sister to me. I love Elizabeth. And I'm sorry if it hurts you, but that's the way it is."
And with that, Will got up from his seated position on Mia's bed, walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Mia didn't know whether to be livid, embarrassed, or down right depressed.