Only Eyes For You
Ch. 2
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"AIMEE! Tell me now," I demanded, sounding like a spoiled brat.
"Okay, fine," she laughed," He's about 18 years old, tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His name is….Trevor." I mused this information for a minute or two.
"Well, I guess he doesn't sound SO bad," I concluded and Aimee snorted.
"He sounds perfect!" she sighed," that's why I'm going to tea with you tomorrow and right now, I'm picking out your dress." I heard her voice move farther away from me and a rustle of silk.
"I think this pink would bring out your eyes and the natural flush of your cheeks," She told me. Personally, I could care less. I wasn't really fond of pink (the "proper" color for girls is how they explained the color to me), but if I couldn't see how dreadful I looked in it, it was okay. The rest of the day carried on normally: sewing, lunch, classes, Braille reading, and dinner. I was lead back to my room and I sat on my bed, thinking about colors. Blue…..Green……..Red…..Yellow. No one could describe them to me; I spend most of my spare time thinking about colors, shapes, and sizes. I would give anything to be able to see……..not that I wasn't grateful to my godmother for giving me true love, just why did my eyesight have to be taken away?
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I woke to the freezing cold. Brandi ALWAYS pulls down the covers before she sings……………..I groaned to myself after hearing a loud voice begin singing,
"Truuuuuuue loooooooooooooooooooooove awaits, my dear." Goody, the Prince is coming.
Today's "getting ready time" was even more extensive then yesterday's. My hair was half pulled back, half down, with long curls tickling my back (I know because the high-pitched hairdresser kept whispering to me what she was doing). The corset was even tighter (even though I didn't think it was possible) and the dress seemed to fit like a glove. Aimee did always have an eye for fashion. A rattle of wheels could be heard to the left of me, probably through my window. Aimee let out a squeal and seemed to rush over to the window to stick her head out to get a look of the prince.
"Drat! They just rolled in before I could see him!" Aimee and me hooked our arms and strolled to the tea parlor.
"Now presenting her Highness, Princess Cecilia, and her lady-in-waiting, Lady Aimee," a deep voice bellowed from my left. I took a breath and stepped inside.
"He's not here yet!" Aimee hissed as she showed me to my seat and sat down beside me. My father cleared his throat,
"You are very observant, Lady Aimee," he commented dryly.
"Prince Trevor will be here in a few minutes after he freshens up from his journey," Queen Tricia explained smoothly. I heard a clatter of porcelain in front of my seat.
"You're tea is to the left, your Highness," a soft voice told me. I reached out my hand carefully, not wanting to upset the cup of drink.
"So, after tea you and Trevor will be headed out to the stables for horseback riding," Father mentioned, casually. I nearly spit out my newly sweetened tea.
"What?"
"You heard me. The prince and you are going horseback riding after tea," my father said, firmly. I pointed to my eyes, trying to make a point.
"But, honey, after you see Trevor, you will be able to see again," my mother said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"How do you know that he's my true love?" I questioned, frustrated.
"Darling, if he proposed, then he MUST be your true love. Who else who offer to marry a blind girl?" my mother sounded like she was talking to a three-year-old. I opened my mouth to protest when that stupid announcer began baying like a wolf.
"His Highness, Prince Trevor, and his companion, Duke Darren." I set down the fine china and turned slowly, preparing for the worst. There was a tall man and an even taller one beside him; One had brown hair, the other had red and the most gorgeous colored eyes……..Wait…….I can see? I gave a yelp of surprise and jumped out of my chair, examining everything around me. I saw my mother giving a knowing smile,
"Told you dear, now sit and drink your tea." I sat, stunned. Aimee looked like her personality: golden waves, bouncing in excitement, big brown eyes sparkling with mischief and a tall, slim frame. Aimee kept whispering colors and pointing them out to me, much to my parents' disapproval. I noticed that Trevor's companion was glancing at me and I couldn't help but look at him back. We stared at each other for awhile, until Aimee jabbed my ribs and pointed to my parents. They looked a lot different than I thought them to be, but their looks reminded me of their voices. Mother had mousy red-gold hair and a pale, pointed face. Father's curly blonde hair and beard gave him a lion-like appearance. I was amazed with everything I saw. I can't believe I was missing all this for 16 years of my life.
"Your Majesties, her Highness must retire to her chambers so we can change for a riding time," Aimee said, as sweetly as she could while glaring at my parents. So, just like we entered, we linked our arms and headed to my dressing chambers. Needless to say, Aimee kept scolding me because I was wandering off to examine things more closely. There, in my chambers, I got my first glimpse of myself. I had red-gold hair, like mother's, but curly like the King's. It was long, nearing my knees. My eyes were a magnificent blue, though could not compare to those of Duke Darren……Wait…..what was I thinking? The prince was my true love, wasn't he?