The ride home was a quiet one. Cheri was furious and Rory said nothing about her
mysterious encounter. Georgia was beaming though, showing of the forest green gown
she had gotten for the ball, along with the pearl necklace her mother had also purchased
for the night. Georgia was overjoyed that Rory had gotten in trouble, 'Now she will not
be there to bother me at the ball,' Georgia thought wickedly, 'A better chance to try and
win the Prince's heart.' It made perfect sense to Georgia on why Prince Tristan should
chose her rather than all the other eligible women at the ball. 'After all, wouldn't he rather
a noble woman like myself rather than half the maidens in the kingdom.' Georgia laughed
silently at that thought. 'Tonight will go perfectly, and soon I will be queen.'
"Rory, get my beads!" Georgia yelled from downstairs.
'Why can't they just leave me alone?' Rory thought. She was in her cramped room, standing in front of her mother's old mirror, one of the few possessions she actually convinced her stepmother to let her keep.She was looking at herself in the mirror, imagining how she would look in a fancy gown.
"RORY!!!" Georgia yelled again. She quickly changed into another one of her working
garments, dark brown with a white apron. She quickly grabbed the necklace Georgia was
hollering for on her way downstairs and rushed to Georgia's' room.
"Here they are." Rory handed Georgia the beautifully crafted green beads that accented the pearl necklace. As Rory watched Georgia put the beads on, Rory began to think about what she would be missing tonight. Cheri had forbid her from going to the ball because of being so late
meeting them earlier. Rory was disappointed, but she planned to talk to Sir Jess the next
day. He had been trying to find out who her mystery man was and according to him, Jess
was close on finding a name to go with the face.
"How do I look?" asked Georgia vainly.
"Great," Rory mumbled. Georgia looked beautiful, her red hair piled upon her head, draped by the green beads Rory had brought in earlier. The dark green gown looked terrific on her, the full skirt and square-neck top. And of course, the pearls made the outfit look complete, making Rory even more depressed than she all ready was.
"Georgia, we must be going," Cheri entered the room, wearing a dark blue velvet dress. The clothes alone showed she spared no expense in picking out her attire for the night.
"Rory, while we are gone, I want you to straighten up the manor. Clean it thoroughly, I want it in tip-top shape by the time we get back."
"Yes miss," she replied and headed to the basement to get the broom.
"Have fun Rory," Georgia called after her, tauntingly. Cheri escorted her daughter out of the door and the two left, on the way to Prince Tristan's ball.
A few moments later, a voice filled the empty silence of the house.
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