A/N: So happy that you guys are enjoying the story. I hope you guys continue to like it.
Chapter 5
Buffy groaned as she heard the sound of a sharp bell. She sat up in bed as she heard the bell again and realized it was the breakfast bell. She looked out the window and saw it was early dawn. Buffy stood up and quickly fell back down on the bed as she realized that she was in the attic. She had forgotten that the ceiling was so low. She rubbed her head and slowly changed into a beautiful, blue gown with ruffles at the bottom. She brushed her curls and put half of her hair back with a sparkling butterfly clip bought in a small boutique in France.
As Buffy decended down the stairs, she wondered why there was no trace of breakfast being made in the kitchen. Usually when she came down the stairs, in her old home, she could smell the crisp scent of bacon being fried and eggs scrambled. Buffy made her presence known in the kitchen by her dress's skirt ruffling against the floor.
Aunt Caroline looked up from her task and smiled at Buffy, " Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"
Buffy simply nodded, too deep into staring at what her aunt was doing. She seemed to be fixing a basket. She stared around the kitchen and found Ava setting the table and Stella squeezing oranges with her sleeves rolled up.
"Aunt Caroline, what are you doing? Isn't it time for breakfast?" asked Buffy, completely unaware of what she was about to hear next.
"You silly child! You can't have breakfast with no food! Why your uncle is out there getting some bacon for us. I'm fixing this basket so you can go collect the eggs. Ava will show you where you can get them."
"My dress will get all dirty. It was a gift," replied Buffy.
"Then go change, fool!" yelled Stella.
Buffy looked at her in shock , while her aunt shook her head in disapproval at Stella's behavior.
" Miss Buffy? You might want to change into something less pretty," said Ava quietly.
Buffy nodded and went back upstairs. She looked through her suitcase and found nothing. The door opened and Ava came in with a dress.
"Mama told me to give you this."
"What is it?" asked Buffy as she stared at what was supposed to be a dress. To her, it looked like a bunch of potato sacks sewn together.
"Why it's a dress, Miss Buffy."
Buffy nodded in understandment. Ava walked out the door, almost closing the door until Buffy called her name. She turned around.
"Its just Buffy, sweetie. No Miss. Makes me feel like an old woman."
Ava smiled and replied, " Yes, Buffy." And walked out.
Buffy sat down on a hay stack and blew some misplaced pieces of hair out of her face. She sighed in frusteration. Here she was, an honorable, high-society woman collecting eggs from old, torn feathered chickens from a farm barn. Buffy suddenly remembered what William had told her about how she should not live the past, but focus on the life she had now. Oh how much she missed William. She wished that she could go back and make things right before she left. She wished that , at least, she could have a proper goodbye with him. Then again, what would proper be in this town.
She hadn't seen her aunt and uncle show any signs of affection. No one in the town had. They were all people who believed that they must do everything according to the Bible. That the life they must live was all written in a book.
Did they not have anything better to do? Did they believe in love? Trips? Grand homes? Or were they simply too poor to afford any of the luxuries she had?
Buffy was startled out of her thoughts by a grunt. She looked over to find her Uncle Thomas staring at her with his beady eyes. She quickly brushed some hay off of her dress and picked up the basket filled with eggs and followed him into the house.
As Buffy was about to sit down, her aunt called her over to start scrambling the eggs. She inwardly groaned and went over to the stove. She was already sweating from the work outside and the heat from the fire wasn't helping her get any cooler. She tried to stay concious as she felt faint from the heat of flames burning her face.
When it came time to eat, Buffy sat in the chair and grabbed her fork ready to stab it in some bacon and shove it in her mouth, but saw everyone put their elbows on the table and put their hands together, preparing to say grace.
Buffy rolled her eyes, but no one saw because they all had their own eyes closed. Buffy followed the family, but paid no attention to what her aunt was actually saying, but instead thought about which she would start eating first: The bacon or eggs.
After what seemed an eternity, her aunt finished talking by saying Amen, everyone grabbed their forks and started eating. Buffy closed her eyes as she tasted the bacon. She felt like she was in heaven. She never knew that bacon could taste so delicious.
She cleaned her plate, eating every last piece of food there was.
"Well, Buffy. You might want to get some rest. Tonight you have Sir Liam O' Connor coming over to visit. He's heard of you and he's very interested to meet you. You will want to look your best tonight," said Aunt Caroline.
Buffy wondered what this Sir Liam was like. He had to be something to see, after all, Stella was turning a furious shade of red, eyes glaring at Buffy.
A/N: What happens with Sir O' Connor and what does Buffy think of him? Please review!
Chapter 5
Buffy groaned as she heard the sound of a sharp bell. She sat up in bed as she heard the bell again and realized it was the breakfast bell. She looked out the window and saw it was early dawn. Buffy stood up and quickly fell back down on the bed as she realized that she was in the attic. She had forgotten that the ceiling was so low. She rubbed her head and slowly changed into a beautiful, blue gown with ruffles at the bottom. She brushed her curls and put half of her hair back with a sparkling butterfly clip bought in a small boutique in France.
As Buffy decended down the stairs, she wondered why there was no trace of breakfast being made in the kitchen. Usually when she came down the stairs, in her old home, she could smell the crisp scent of bacon being fried and eggs scrambled. Buffy made her presence known in the kitchen by her dress's skirt ruffling against the floor.
Aunt Caroline looked up from her task and smiled at Buffy, " Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"
Buffy simply nodded, too deep into staring at what her aunt was doing. She seemed to be fixing a basket. She stared around the kitchen and found Ava setting the table and Stella squeezing oranges with her sleeves rolled up.
"Aunt Caroline, what are you doing? Isn't it time for breakfast?" asked Buffy, completely unaware of what she was about to hear next.
"You silly child! You can't have breakfast with no food! Why your uncle is out there getting some bacon for us. I'm fixing this basket so you can go collect the eggs. Ava will show you where you can get them."
"My dress will get all dirty. It was a gift," replied Buffy.
"Then go change, fool!" yelled Stella.
Buffy looked at her in shock , while her aunt shook her head in disapproval at Stella's behavior.
" Miss Buffy? You might want to change into something less pretty," said Ava quietly.
Buffy nodded and went back upstairs. She looked through her suitcase and found nothing. The door opened and Ava came in with a dress.
"Mama told me to give you this."
"What is it?" asked Buffy as she stared at what was supposed to be a dress. To her, it looked like a bunch of potato sacks sewn together.
"Why it's a dress, Miss Buffy."
Buffy nodded in understandment. Ava walked out the door, almost closing the door until Buffy called her name. She turned around.
"Its just Buffy, sweetie. No Miss. Makes me feel like an old woman."
Ava smiled and replied, " Yes, Buffy." And walked out.
Buffy sat down on a hay stack and blew some misplaced pieces of hair out of her face. She sighed in frusteration. Here she was, an honorable, high-society woman collecting eggs from old, torn feathered chickens from a farm barn. Buffy suddenly remembered what William had told her about how she should not live the past, but focus on the life she had now. Oh how much she missed William. She wished that she could go back and make things right before she left. She wished that , at least, she could have a proper goodbye with him. Then again, what would proper be in this town.
She hadn't seen her aunt and uncle show any signs of affection. No one in the town had. They were all people who believed that they must do everything according to the Bible. That the life they must live was all written in a book.
Did they not have anything better to do? Did they believe in love? Trips? Grand homes? Or were they simply too poor to afford any of the luxuries she had?
Buffy was startled out of her thoughts by a grunt. She looked over to find her Uncle Thomas staring at her with his beady eyes. She quickly brushed some hay off of her dress and picked up the basket filled with eggs and followed him into the house.
As Buffy was about to sit down, her aunt called her over to start scrambling the eggs. She inwardly groaned and went over to the stove. She was already sweating from the work outside and the heat from the fire wasn't helping her get any cooler. She tried to stay concious as she felt faint from the heat of flames burning her face.
When it came time to eat, Buffy sat in the chair and grabbed her fork ready to stab it in some bacon and shove it in her mouth, but saw everyone put their elbows on the table and put their hands together, preparing to say grace.
Buffy rolled her eyes, but no one saw because they all had their own eyes closed. Buffy followed the family, but paid no attention to what her aunt was actually saying, but instead thought about which she would start eating first: The bacon or eggs.
After what seemed an eternity, her aunt finished talking by saying Amen, everyone grabbed their forks and started eating. Buffy closed her eyes as she tasted the bacon. She felt like she was in heaven. She never knew that bacon could taste so delicious.
She cleaned her plate, eating every last piece of food there was.
"Well, Buffy. You might want to get some rest. Tonight you have Sir Liam O' Connor coming over to visit. He's heard of you and he's very interested to meet you. You will want to look your best tonight," said Aunt Caroline.
Buffy wondered what this Sir Liam was like. He had to be something to see, after all, Stella was turning a furious shade of red, eyes glaring at Buffy.
A/N: What happens with Sir O' Connor and what does Buffy think of him? Please review!