Night Before

Ah'm on mah way now. No turnin' back. Ah can't believe this is happenin' ta meh. Guess it's too much ta hope that somethin' bad happens on the way there. Ah already miss Kurt. It was so hard ta leave him behind. There ain't nobody there with him 'til momma comes back in a few days. Then 'gain, guess that makes him lucky too. Ah wonder what Louisiana's like. What they will all beh like ta meh. Gotta admit though, that dress was perfect after the alterations were finished. It had ta beh the most stunnin' white gown Ah had evah seen. It was silky and felt good ta wear, without all the pins stickin' meh. It hung off'a meh real elegant-like but it also kinda clung ta mah curves. But Ah like the part that it's off the shoulder and the long white gloves that went with it. Ah wondah what they'll think when they see meh, what he'll think. Ah nevah met none of 'em.

Ah know momma trusts them, so Ah know Ah gotta try. Ah hope their nice, 'cause otherwise they gonna have ta deal with meh full-time. This is all so flusterin'. What do ya do or say ta somebody in a situation like this. What do Ah do if'n they don't like meh, what if he don't like meh? Ah know Ah'm not easy ta get 'long with all the time, but what if he don't think Ah'm pretty? Ah know momma always says Ah am, but she's mah momma. She nevah brought meh anywhere much let alone let meh outta the house, Ah don't even know how ta handle another boy. Ah don't even know his name or anythin' 'bout him. Ah only overheard momma say he was two years older than meh. Guess that makes him seventeen. But if'n Ah don't know much, he probably don't either. And what if'n he's ugly. How do ya deal with that?

"Anna."

"Yes momma."

"We're almost there. Are you alright?"

"Ah'll be fahne momma."

"Good."

"Will we beh meetin' anybody before we go ta bed?"

"No, maybe a few people. But no one worth introducing. You will meet Jean-Luc though."

"Who?"

"Your father-in-law."

ELSEWHERE...

"Is everythin' in order?"

"Oui mon pere."

"Good, now Remy I want you to go to your room with Henri."

"Why?"

"Silly superstitions."

"Oui. Ya think Remy gonna run."

"Mon pere, ya called."

"Oui, Henri take votre frere ta his room and stay there wit him."

"Oui."

Remy and Henri made it to Remy's room.

"So ya gonna babysit Remy now?"

"Well ya are a big baby."

"What, don't ya got a wife ta be wit or ya do somethin' to the ol' ball and chain 'gain?"

"I wouldn't be talkin' mon frere, ya gettin' a ball and chain yaself?"

"Least ya in love wit her."

"Who says ya won't?"

"Right, bet she ugly too. Probably as big as a horse and look like one too."

"Ya too down on yaself. So what if she don't turn out better than Belle."

"Nobody better than Belle."

"So what."

"Should be marryin' Belle. That's what."

"Remy, ya know this is for the best."

"But Belle know's what I am and is good with that. Loves me still."

"Who says this girl won't."

"We'll see mon frere. We'll see." Remy smirked evilly as he started to form a plan.