Stow Away
Chapter 2
Cassandra stood beside her mother in a gaggle of woman chatting excitedly. She sniffed the tea she was holding and her head instinctively flew away from the stench. 'Ugh…' she thought glaring at the swirling brown liquid. Luckily her mother was to involved in the conversation to notice the battle she was having with the scent of her tea.
She looked at it doubtfully. 'Maybe it wouldn't taste too bad…' she took a sip, and nearly gagged. Her eyes watered as she stared angrily at the offending liquid remaining in the glass. She swallowed hesitantly. 'It's so potent!' she thought. She tried desperately to wipe the taste off her tongue by rubbing it along the roof of her mouth.
She must have been making a face of some sort while doing this though, as her mother angrily caught her eye. She immediately recomposed her features.
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She sat at the table…resisting the urge to groan at the dull conversation occurring. 'What color goes best with slightly tanned skin?' She looked at her mother, nodding and speaking excitedly with the rest. Did she really enjoy this?
She sighed inwardly and reached for her glass of water. She took a sip and quickly busied herself with cutting up her steak.
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She quickly charged up the stairs. She had eaten far to much at dinner and the once 'slightly tight' corset now felt unbearable. They had just finished bidding farewell to their company, and Cassandra was desperate to change.
Throwing off the stuffy dress and swearing to discard it later, she changed into a pair of light fitting black pants and a wonderfully loose whit blouse. After tying on some boots, she pulled her hair down from the lovely sculpture that had bobbled on her head through dinner. Lazily pulling back her hair into a braid she headed downstairs. She caught sight of her mother in the dinning room, no doubt supervising the clean up.
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Mrs. Turner turned in time to see Cassandra continue walking through the foyer, a scowl etching her features at the site of her attire. Why did she have to be so difference? What young lady in her right mind trudged around in boots and trousers…she sighed inwardly at the sight. She believed it was time to set some things straight around here.
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"Stop right there, Cassandra Elizabeth Turner." She said, stepping out from the dining room.
"Yes, mother…what is it?" Cassandra replied curtly. Mrs. Turner could sense her growing tired of her pestering, but she would not relent…not tonight…and not again.
"You are not leaving this house until you are properly dressed." She said, maintaining her stone like composure, but nonetheless putting across her point.
"What's wrong with this?" Cassandra asked in shock. There was nothing unusual about the outfit. She she dressed like this almost every day. She scowled at her mother. What was going on.
Her mother stood before her. "If you want to leave this house you will put on something acceptable." She said. A frown gracing her features as well.
Cassandra mouth lay ajar for a moment. "Your…your serious?" She said in disbelief.
"Indeed I am…now you…you go upstairs and change this instant." Cassandra raised an elegant eyebrow. She felt herself becoming annoyed. What the devil was her mother talking about? It was her body; she could wear what she liked. Her eyes narrowed into slits as her anger grew with her thoughts.
"Did you hear me?" Mrs. Turner asked angrily. Went to walk by her but found her arm caught in her mothers grasp. "I asked you a question, young lady." She said, her patience, too, waning thin. "I asked you if you heard me…" She said.
"Yeah" Cassandra said, yanking her arm from her grasp. "I heard you." She turned to the front doors, closing her eyes. "I just chose not to listen." And with that she shot for the door. She was long gone before her mother could even blink an eye.
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Hello people, just finished this…no real notes…just that next chapter the pirate ship'll come in…I think…I hope. Maybe catch a flash of Johnny Depp…any who…I promise to update soon.
blinks at empty room
If anyone…er…was reading to care.