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A/N Thanks for all your reviews. Thanks to: - Bertie Wooster, Beak, Gemstone121
Chapter Three.
Rosie walked back to the town, she had a card sighed by Mr Swann. He told her to go to the dressmaker and put the bill on his account. She stepped into the fancy little shop, and presented the clerk with the card, he ushered her into the back room and a seamstress came to take her measurements.
Rosie walked out about an hour later having placed her order of a new dress, a pair of shoes, gloves and a hat. She smiled as she slowly walked back to the pub. Wait until the boys heard about this.
Two days later she went to collect her dress, she was horrified at the bill, and almost began to feel guilty, almost.
Then again, the extent of the bill gave her a reason to call once more on Mr Swann, after all she had to thank him for his hospitality.
The manservant opened the door, and eyed her with surprise in her new, very slender feminine dress, her sparkling shoes, and lace gloves covering her once dirty hands.
"Come in, Miss." He said, bowing. It was quite astonishing what a new dress and lacey gloves did to one's stature in society.
She stepped into the hall with a smile. "I am here to see Mr Swann."
"If you would like to go through to the drawing room, I shall alert him at once." He said, leading her to the drawing room.
She sat down on the sofa as the manservant disappeared to find Edward Swann.
The door opened, she remained sitting, expecting it to be Edward, but instead in walked Governor Swann. She smiled. He did not.
"You are here to see my son."
She nodded. "Is that a problem?"
The Governor was surprised and affronted at the callous woman sitting in his front room.
"Miss.?" he began.
"Rosie, Sir."
"Well, Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to leave, my son is not here."
She got up. "It's alright, I just wanted to thank him, for the dress." She said. "Maybe you could tell him, I'll be at the docks later." She walked from the room.
Rosie walked from Swann Manor with fury, she saw the way that man had looked at her. Like she was dirt on the bottom of his white shoe, a speck of dust on his immaculate cabinet, a temptress luring his precious son. But she was just as good as any of them, she fumed. One day, people would look at her with admiration, one-day people would look at her with awe.
That night she sat by the docks, swinging her legs out over the sea. She had removed her fancy dress, her shoes and gloves. There she sat in a ripped dirty garment, with bare feet, running her bronzed toes through the water. She wasn't going to hide any more, she wasn't going to be someone she wasn't. She was Rosie, and if Edward didn't like that, then fine, his loss.
She waited there all evening, but Mr Swann never came. In the end she clambered up and walked back to the pub. She thought she'd be angry, but she wasn't. She was upset, hurt, why hadn't Edward come?
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"She has a nerve." Governor Swann grumbled, as he took the bill from his son. "Why on earth did you offer to pay for her dress?" He demanded.
Emily smiled. "Let it be known I was against it the whole time."
Edward glared at her. "I ruined her dress, I offered to pay for another one, as any gentleman would have done with any lady."
"Lady? You call that prostitute a lady?!" His father exclaimed.
"She is not.she is a respectable."
His father rolled his eyes. "You have been taken for a ride, my boy. But no more, we will have no more 'Rosie' in this household."
"Do you know what you, Father? You're prejudiced, against someone you've only said a few lines to. You don't know her, she's free, happy. No one rules her life, she lives it her way."
"She's a scrounger, stealing from good, honest men, like yourself. She probably saw you coming, believe me boy, you're just another in a long line of conquests."
"What if I am? If there is one thing that Rosie has taught me, and that is to not care what people think. So you know what, I don't care what you think about her, I like her, and I'm going to carry on seeing her."
"You are not!" His father said, angrily. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh yes I would." Mr Swann muttered, as he walked from the house.
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Rosie sat once more by the docks, her legs swinging off the side, clothed in her ragged dress. She clutched the lace gloves to her, not with anger, but with hurt. She was also beginning to worry. The rent for the room was running out, she had only two nights left before she had to leave. She sat there, clasping the silver necklace around her neck. Carefully thinking about how much it was actually worth. Would the landlord take it in exchange for the room?
She was still sat there where a hand came down, grabbing her shoulder. She jumped up, about to knock the person over, when she saw Edward grinning behind her.
She sighed. "What do you want? If it's your dress back, you can have it."
"Of course I don't want the dress back, it's yours. A gift from me to you. I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I took back a gift." He said, surprised.
"Yeah, well 'ccording to people round 'ere, I ain't much of a lady."
"Not that we care, I mean does it matter what people think?"
Rosie smiled. "You're not just saying that?"
"Course not, Rosie."
She laughed. "Very well then, Edward. Why don't you come and dine at mine tonight? It's nothing special, just a dingy pub, but it's the company that matters, right?"
Edward nodded. "I'd love too." He said.
He held out his arm and she linked it. Together they walked back to the pub. Rosie ran up the stairs and put on the dress, shoes and gloves which Edward had bought her, and they sat down to eat together. Included with the rates for the room was only a very basic meal. So Edward offered to pay and Rosie enjoyed three courses with all the trimmings.
After they had finished they sat talking.
"I'm not a simpleton, Edward. I know what people think of me, what people see when I walk past. They see a cheap hooker, who ain't too bothered how she looks. But I'm not like that."
"I know you're not. You're better then all them, Rosie. And you know why, you know what you want in life, half of them haven't got a clue. You know what you want and you're prepared to take it, no matter the cost." Edward told her, he reached across the table and caught hold of her hand.
She smiled. "You're different too, Edward. You make me feel new, clean, it's like when I'm with you I'm a totally different person."
At that point, Edward looked up horrified. His father had just entered the pub. He let go off Rosie's hand and jumped up from the table. His father eyed him with disgust, turned and left the pub. Edward ran out after him, leaving Rosie staring after them bewildered, and with a rather large bill to pay. She pulled the silver necklace from her neck angrily and almost threw it at landlord. He looked at it closely for a moment or two before accepting it.
That night she was bitterly upset, it had been a lovely day, seeing Edward, eating with him, but it had ended badly. She had lost her silver necklace, the only thing she had left, and Edward had ran out and left her. All those things he had said about not caring what people thought, it had all been lies.
Tears began to prick into her eyes, and she blinked them away angrily. It had been a long, long time since she had cried, only one man had the ability to make her do that. But now it seemed so did Edward. Were here feelings deeper then she knew?
A/N Thanks for all your reviews. Thanks to: - Bertie Wooster, Beak, Gemstone121
Chapter Three.
Rosie walked back to the town, she had a card sighed by Mr Swann. He told her to go to the dressmaker and put the bill on his account. She stepped into the fancy little shop, and presented the clerk with the card, he ushered her into the back room and a seamstress came to take her measurements.
Rosie walked out about an hour later having placed her order of a new dress, a pair of shoes, gloves and a hat. She smiled as she slowly walked back to the pub. Wait until the boys heard about this.
Two days later she went to collect her dress, she was horrified at the bill, and almost began to feel guilty, almost.
Then again, the extent of the bill gave her a reason to call once more on Mr Swann, after all she had to thank him for his hospitality.
The manservant opened the door, and eyed her with surprise in her new, very slender feminine dress, her sparkling shoes, and lace gloves covering her once dirty hands.
"Come in, Miss." He said, bowing. It was quite astonishing what a new dress and lacey gloves did to one's stature in society.
She stepped into the hall with a smile. "I am here to see Mr Swann."
"If you would like to go through to the drawing room, I shall alert him at once." He said, leading her to the drawing room.
She sat down on the sofa as the manservant disappeared to find Edward Swann.
The door opened, she remained sitting, expecting it to be Edward, but instead in walked Governor Swann. She smiled. He did not.
"You are here to see my son."
She nodded. "Is that a problem?"
The Governor was surprised and affronted at the callous woman sitting in his front room.
"Miss.?" he began.
"Rosie, Sir."
"Well, Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to leave, my son is not here."
She got up. "It's alright, I just wanted to thank him, for the dress." She said. "Maybe you could tell him, I'll be at the docks later." She walked from the room.
Rosie walked from Swann Manor with fury, she saw the way that man had looked at her. Like she was dirt on the bottom of his white shoe, a speck of dust on his immaculate cabinet, a temptress luring his precious son. But she was just as good as any of them, she fumed. One day, people would look at her with admiration, one-day people would look at her with awe.
That night she sat by the docks, swinging her legs out over the sea. She had removed her fancy dress, her shoes and gloves. There she sat in a ripped dirty garment, with bare feet, running her bronzed toes through the water. She wasn't going to hide any more, she wasn't going to be someone she wasn't. She was Rosie, and if Edward didn't like that, then fine, his loss.
She waited there all evening, but Mr Swann never came. In the end she clambered up and walked back to the pub. She thought she'd be angry, but she wasn't. She was upset, hurt, why hadn't Edward come?
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"She has a nerve." Governor Swann grumbled, as he took the bill from his son. "Why on earth did you offer to pay for her dress?" He demanded.
Emily smiled. "Let it be known I was against it the whole time."
Edward glared at her. "I ruined her dress, I offered to pay for another one, as any gentleman would have done with any lady."
"Lady? You call that prostitute a lady?!" His father exclaimed.
"She is not.she is a respectable."
His father rolled his eyes. "You have been taken for a ride, my boy. But no more, we will have no more 'Rosie' in this household."
"Do you know what you, Father? You're prejudiced, against someone you've only said a few lines to. You don't know her, she's free, happy. No one rules her life, she lives it her way."
"She's a scrounger, stealing from good, honest men, like yourself. She probably saw you coming, believe me boy, you're just another in a long line of conquests."
"What if I am? If there is one thing that Rosie has taught me, and that is to not care what people think. So you know what, I don't care what you think about her, I like her, and I'm going to carry on seeing her."
"You are not!" His father said, angrily. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh yes I would." Mr Swann muttered, as he walked from the house.
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Rosie sat once more by the docks, her legs swinging off the side, clothed in her ragged dress. She clutched the lace gloves to her, not with anger, but with hurt. She was also beginning to worry. The rent for the room was running out, she had only two nights left before she had to leave. She sat there, clasping the silver necklace around her neck. Carefully thinking about how much it was actually worth. Would the landlord take it in exchange for the room?
She was still sat there where a hand came down, grabbing her shoulder. She jumped up, about to knock the person over, when she saw Edward grinning behind her.
She sighed. "What do you want? If it's your dress back, you can have it."
"Of course I don't want the dress back, it's yours. A gift from me to you. I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I took back a gift." He said, surprised.
"Yeah, well 'ccording to people round 'ere, I ain't much of a lady."
"Not that we care, I mean does it matter what people think?"
Rosie smiled. "You're not just saying that?"
"Course not, Rosie."
She laughed. "Very well then, Edward. Why don't you come and dine at mine tonight? It's nothing special, just a dingy pub, but it's the company that matters, right?"
Edward nodded. "I'd love too." He said.
He held out his arm and she linked it. Together they walked back to the pub. Rosie ran up the stairs and put on the dress, shoes and gloves which Edward had bought her, and they sat down to eat together. Included with the rates for the room was only a very basic meal. So Edward offered to pay and Rosie enjoyed three courses with all the trimmings.
After they had finished they sat talking.
"I'm not a simpleton, Edward. I know what people think of me, what people see when I walk past. They see a cheap hooker, who ain't too bothered how she looks. But I'm not like that."
"I know you're not. You're better then all them, Rosie. And you know why, you know what you want in life, half of them haven't got a clue. You know what you want and you're prepared to take it, no matter the cost." Edward told her, he reached across the table and caught hold of her hand.
She smiled. "You're different too, Edward. You make me feel new, clean, it's like when I'm with you I'm a totally different person."
At that point, Edward looked up horrified. His father had just entered the pub. He let go off Rosie's hand and jumped up from the table. His father eyed him with disgust, turned and left the pub. Edward ran out after him, leaving Rosie staring after them bewildered, and with a rather large bill to pay. She pulled the silver necklace from her neck angrily and almost threw it at landlord. He looked at it closely for a moment or two before accepting it.
That night she was bitterly upset, it had been a lovely day, seeing Edward, eating with him, but it had ended badly. She had lost her silver necklace, the only thing she had left, and Edward had ran out and left her. All those things he had said about not caring what people thought, it had all been lies.
Tears began to prick into her eyes, and she blinked them away angrily. It had been a long, long time since she had cried, only one man had the ability to make her do that. But now it seemed so did Edward. Were here feelings deeper then she knew?