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Time seemed to speed up and before I knew it, it was the day my Father and his new bride were to return home. I was so nervous and if Betsy hadn't been there to calm me down I would've been a wreck. She spent most of the morning helping me get into my best dress. It was black, no big surprise since Marta hates color and "lucky" me she choose the dress. Betsy brushed my hair (My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the comb) She made about five separate braids then fussed about my head until my hair was all set. I had so many pins stuck into my hair it was a wonder I could keep my head up. It looked amazing though. Betsy said it was supposed to look like a lotus flower. Marta even approved, I think, she said that it was very becoming but much to extravagant for a young girl Excuse me, last time I checked I was 15 and that is NOT young.
Marta rushed me downstairs and into the parlor were I sat and waited and waited and waited.
When are they supposed to be here?" I asked Marta.
"Soon. Be patient"
"I'm trying but it's not working to well"
"Try harder"
"How can you say that? Have you ever had to wait for something you've been expecting and dreading and waiting for. Oh Marta!" I exclaimed, "What of she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm ugly or.or." my voice dropped down so low Marta had to lean in to hear me speak, "What if she sends me away" It had been my biggest fear. I didn't want to leave my father or the library or Terri. It dawned on me at that moment that out of everything I would probably miss Terri the most. Over the last week we had met at the library every day. We would talk about philosophy, science, history, politics, anything really. I found his conversations stimulating and refreshing. Besides you can't argue to well with a book and I found human companionship a large improvement.
"Calm down." Marta sighed, "No one is going to send you away."
"Why? How do you know?"
"Because I wont let her." The worry that had been building inside me since the time I received the letter vanished. If Marta said I wasn't leaving then that was it I wouldn't be leaving. I breathed a sigh of relief then settled back into my chair to wait.
The next thing I remember Marta was shaking me awake. "They're here" she whispered, "Straighten your dress and do try and look proper." I shot up wide-awake. I heard the front door open. Then footsteps coming toward the door, "Oh Edmund, It's beautiful" I heard an alto voice say. That must be my step-mother. I listened carefully as she commented on decorations in the hallway. Her voice was melodic and soothing but something about it seemed almost cold and distant Suddenly I forgot everything. There she was standing in front of me and she was beautiful. She looked about 20 and she had raven black hair done up in a fancy style. Hear skin was pale, her lips rosy red and her eyes an enchanting shade of sky blue that matched her dress perfectly. It also fit her slim body perfectly revealing all her curves. Obviously no problem showing off.
"Ria, your new mother," my Father smiled. I immediately jumped up and swept a graceful curtsy. She smiled at me but it didn't reach her eyes.
"So you must be Rialyn, I have heard so much about you." She said her voice dripping with sweetness. "I'm pleased to meet you," I said doing my best to be proper. "I have looked forward to your coming for quite sometime."
"What a charming child, Edward" She said to my father. I put a fake smile on my face. I HATED it when people talked like I wasn't there. I had been so worried that my stepmother wouldn't like me that I had completely forgotten that I might not like her. She was young enough to be my sister and she was a little too sweet. Like adding honey on top of an already frosted cake.
"So how old are you Rialyn?" She said turning her attention back to me.
"15" I replied shortly.
"Oh what a delightful age. I remember being 15" (like that would be hard, it was only a few years ago for her), "I won the heart of many a brave knight. Ohhh, it seems so long ago. Thankfully I found true love with Edward."
Ugghh, she was making me sick. True love, ha, I knew exactly why she married my Father and it definitely wasn't out of love. I glanced at my Father who had been staring star struck at the little fake the entire time. He didn't even realize she was playing him for a fool. I wanted to throw up. Marta must of realized my discomfort because she stood up and said in a cold tone, " I'm sure you must be tired my lady. You can go to your room upstairs. Your bags will be brought up later."
"Your so considerate," she smiled, "I suppose I am a little tired," She glanced at my Father, "why don't you came up with me darling, show me my room,"
"Of course cupcake," he said the same love struck expression on his face. They headed towards the stairs. Ewwwwwwwwww! Now I really am going to be sick. "Are you feeling alright?" Marta asked eyeing me with what looked like amusement.
"Marta, what on earth has possessed my father," I shrieked.
"Hush," Marta ordered, "Come into the kitchen,"
I followed after her and when we were there she shut the door. "I know you don't like her," Marta said sitting me down on a stool, "Frankly I don't like her much either but we'll just have to deal with your fathers choice. Understood?"
"Yes, but she's awful"
"I know dear."
"She's just after him for his money"
"I know"
"Why is my Dad such an idiot? Why?"
Marta laughed. "Just be strong. We will make it through this. Now go get Betsy and we'll all start making supper for this 'lady.'"
I started off in search of Betsy thinking about what Marta had just said. We she had said WE. Marta and I were no longer enemies we were united against the evil that had just entered our house.
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Time seemed to speed up and before I knew it, it was the day my Father and his new bride were to return home. I was so nervous and if Betsy hadn't been there to calm me down I would've been a wreck. She spent most of the morning helping me get into my best dress. It was black, no big surprise since Marta hates color and "lucky" me she choose the dress. Betsy brushed my hair (My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the comb) She made about five separate braids then fussed about my head until my hair was all set. I had so many pins stuck into my hair it was a wonder I could keep my head up. It looked amazing though. Betsy said it was supposed to look like a lotus flower. Marta even approved, I think, she said that it was very becoming but much to extravagant for a young girl Excuse me, last time I checked I was 15 and that is NOT young.
Marta rushed me downstairs and into the parlor were I sat and waited and waited and waited.
When are they supposed to be here?" I asked Marta.
"Soon. Be patient"
"I'm trying but it's not working to well"
"Try harder"
"How can you say that? Have you ever had to wait for something you've been expecting and dreading and waiting for. Oh Marta!" I exclaimed, "What of she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm ugly or.or." my voice dropped down so low Marta had to lean in to hear me speak, "What if she sends me away" It had been my biggest fear. I didn't want to leave my father or the library or Terri. It dawned on me at that moment that out of everything I would probably miss Terri the most. Over the last week we had met at the library every day. We would talk about philosophy, science, history, politics, anything really. I found his conversations stimulating and refreshing. Besides you can't argue to well with a book and I found human companionship a large improvement.
"Calm down." Marta sighed, "No one is going to send you away."
"Why? How do you know?"
"Because I wont let her." The worry that had been building inside me since the time I received the letter vanished. If Marta said I wasn't leaving then that was it I wouldn't be leaving. I breathed a sigh of relief then settled back into my chair to wait.
The next thing I remember Marta was shaking me awake. "They're here" she whispered, "Straighten your dress and do try and look proper." I shot up wide-awake. I heard the front door open. Then footsteps coming toward the door, "Oh Edmund, It's beautiful" I heard an alto voice say. That must be my step-mother. I listened carefully as she commented on decorations in the hallway. Her voice was melodic and soothing but something about it seemed almost cold and distant Suddenly I forgot everything. There she was standing in front of me and she was beautiful. She looked about 20 and she had raven black hair done up in a fancy style. Hear skin was pale, her lips rosy red and her eyes an enchanting shade of sky blue that matched her dress perfectly. It also fit her slim body perfectly revealing all her curves. Obviously no problem showing off.
"Ria, your new mother," my Father smiled. I immediately jumped up and swept a graceful curtsy. She smiled at me but it didn't reach her eyes.
"So you must be Rialyn, I have heard so much about you." She said her voice dripping with sweetness. "I'm pleased to meet you," I said doing my best to be proper. "I have looked forward to your coming for quite sometime."
"What a charming child, Edward" She said to my father. I put a fake smile on my face. I HATED it when people talked like I wasn't there. I had been so worried that my stepmother wouldn't like me that I had completely forgotten that I might not like her. She was young enough to be my sister and she was a little too sweet. Like adding honey on top of an already frosted cake.
"So how old are you Rialyn?" She said turning her attention back to me.
"15" I replied shortly.
"Oh what a delightful age. I remember being 15" (like that would be hard, it was only a few years ago for her), "I won the heart of many a brave knight. Ohhh, it seems so long ago. Thankfully I found true love with Edward."
Ugghh, she was making me sick. True love, ha, I knew exactly why she married my Father and it definitely wasn't out of love. I glanced at my Father who had been staring star struck at the little fake the entire time. He didn't even realize she was playing him for a fool. I wanted to throw up. Marta must of realized my discomfort because she stood up and said in a cold tone, " I'm sure you must be tired my lady. You can go to your room upstairs. Your bags will be brought up later."
"Your so considerate," she smiled, "I suppose I am a little tired," She glanced at my Father, "why don't you came up with me darling, show me my room,"
"Of course cupcake," he said the same love struck expression on his face. They headed towards the stairs. Ewwwwwwwwww! Now I really am going to be sick. "Are you feeling alright?" Marta asked eyeing me with what looked like amusement.
"Marta, what on earth has possessed my father," I shrieked.
"Hush," Marta ordered, "Come into the kitchen,"
I followed after her and when we were there she shut the door. "I know you don't like her," Marta said sitting me down on a stool, "Frankly I don't like her much either but we'll just have to deal with your fathers choice. Understood?"
"Yes, but she's awful"
"I know dear."
"She's just after him for his money"
"I know"
"Why is my Dad such an idiot? Why?"
Marta laughed. "Just be strong. We will make it through this. Now go get Betsy and we'll all start making supper for this 'lady.'"
I started off in search of Betsy thinking about what Marta had just said. We she had said WE. Marta and I were no longer enemies we were united against the evil that had just entered our house.
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