Author's Note: Yes, another overly delayed update. I finally have the
direction I want to go and actual ideas on how to get there! Now, if only
I could turn off the PS2 and get in front of my computer, there will be an
update soon.hopefully. There are two things in this that I was not
completely sure of. The first is that I didn't know if the servants/maids
wore bonnets. Were those the white things on their heads? If not, they
are in my story. I'll correct it if someone tells me the correct term.
The second is that I wasn't sure how people with straight hair curled their
hair back then, so I used the idea of rolling rags in one's hair. I
apologize if this is wrong. Other than that.enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Morning came quickly. The sunlight was shining past the sheer curtains, spilling onto the wood floor. Alison slowly opened her eyes and yawned. She could hear Jonathon talking to her aunt downstairs. There was a slight knock on the bedroom door followed by the maid's voice.
"Miss Alison, are you awake? Your aunt would like to speak with you," the maid entered after hearing Alison's grunt inviting her in. Her hair was black and tied up in a bun which was hidden beneath a white bonnet. The maid walked over to the window and tied back the curtains, allowing the full brightness of the sun to enter the room.
"Did she say what she wanted to discuss?" Alison sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up on the floor. Her hair was tied back in rags, which she began to untie as she walked behind the pale blue dressing screen. The maid followed, carrying a dress she had picked out from the armoire in the corner of the room.
"No, she did not," the maid held the dress in her arms. Alison, not done taking the rags out of her hair, stripped down to her undergarments. The maid helped Alison slip the robin's egg blue dress over her head and then the small maid began buttoning the back of the dress. Alison continued to free her tangled hair from the rags.
"Thank you, Victoria," Alison said, emerging from behind the screen. All of the rags were out of her hair and left frizzy tight curls tangled together on top of her head. Stepping in front of the mirror on the wall, the young woman picked up her brush and began detangle her hair.
* * * * *
"Good morning, Alison. Is your ankle feeling better?" Sarah greeted her niece, whom was coming through the door to the dining room.
"Good morning. Yes, my ankle feels better, thank you. Victoria said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Your uncle and I are concerned, Alison. You are still that respectable young lady I brought into my house, are you not?"
"Yes, I am. Why would you ask that?" Alison's emerald eyes studied her aunt's stone face.
"Just curious," Sarah began walking toward the kitchen, carrying a white plate with her.
"I am going to take a walk, Aunt Sarah. I'll be back soon," Alison watched Sarah disappear into the kitchen. The young girl turned around, briskly walking out of the house. She felt confused and concerned about how her aunt and uncle perceived her.
She was greeted by the still summer air when she opened the door. The sun was bright and not one cloud roamed the sky, assuring Port Royal that it was to be a hot day. Alison's ankle was feeling better and between that and the nice weather, she was ready to roam through the town.
Many people were outside. Some people were shopping, some chatting and others were watching their children play. Not knowing exactly where she wanted to go, Alison began to stroll in the direction of the town square. "Alison," Alison turned at the sound of her name. A man ran up to her. It took her a moment to recognize him. "That is your name, no?" he asked, standing in front of her and looking into her eyes.
"Yes, that is my name. Thomas?" she surprised that she was correct when he nodded. "You look different in this light."
"As do you," he complimented the young woman before him.
-Okay, that was that chapter. It's pretty short and I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to elongate the next chapter. Thank you to Leila and Toni-you guys rock! I'll try to update soon! (
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Morning came quickly. The sunlight was shining past the sheer curtains, spilling onto the wood floor. Alison slowly opened her eyes and yawned. She could hear Jonathon talking to her aunt downstairs. There was a slight knock on the bedroom door followed by the maid's voice.
"Miss Alison, are you awake? Your aunt would like to speak with you," the maid entered after hearing Alison's grunt inviting her in. Her hair was black and tied up in a bun which was hidden beneath a white bonnet. The maid walked over to the window and tied back the curtains, allowing the full brightness of the sun to enter the room.
"Did she say what she wanted to discuss?" Alison sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up on the floor. Her hair was tied back in rags, which she began to untie as she walked behind the pale blue dressing screen. The maid followed, carrying a dress she had picked out from the armoire in the corner of the room.
"No, she did not," the maid held the dress in her arms. Alison, not done taking the rags out of her hair, stripped down to her undergarments. The maid helped Alison slip the robin's egg blue dress over her head and then the small maid began buttoning the back of the dress. Alison continued to free her tangled hair from the rags.
"Thank you, Victoria," Alison said, emerging from behind the screen. All of the rags were out of her hair and left frizzy tight curls tangled together on top of her head. Stepping in front of the mirror on the wall, the young woman picked up her brush and began detangle her hair.
* * * * *
"Good morning, Alison. Is your ankle feeling better?" Sarah greeted her niece, whom was coming through the door to the dining room.
"Good morning. Yes, my ankle feels better, thank you. Victoria said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Your uncle and I are concerned, Alison. You are still that respectable young lady I brought into my house, are you not?"
"Yes, I am. Why would you ask that?" Alison's emerald eyes studied her aunt's stone face.
"Just curious," Sarah began walking toward the kitchen, carrying a white plate with her.
"I am going to take a walk, Aunt Sarah. I'll be back soon," Alison watched Sarah disappear into the kitchen. The young girl turned around, briskly walking out of the house. She felt confused and concerned about how her aunt and uncle perceived her.
She was greeted by the still summer air when she opened the door. The sun was bright and not one cloud roamed the sky, assuring Port Royal that it was to be a hot day. Alison's ankle was feeling better and between that and the nice weather, she was ready to roam through the town.
Many people were outside. Some people were shopping, some chatting and others were watching their children play. Not knowing exactly where she wanted to go, Alison began to stroll in the direction of the town square. "Alison," Alison turned at the sound of her name. A man ran up to her. It took her a moment to recognize him. "That is your name, no?" he asked, standing in front of her and looking into her eyes.
"Yes, that is my name. Thomas?" she surprised that she was correct when he nodded. "You look different in this light."
"As do you," he complimented the young woman before him.
-Okay, that was that chapter. It's pretty short and I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to elongate the next chapter. Thank you to Leila and Toni-you guys rock! I'll try to update soon! (