I'm being nice and giving you all one more chapter. This is all I've typed, though I've got 11 chapters so far. I need to get typing, I know! But yeah, the thing in parenthesis is what is really is. A lie.
Chapter 2: The Perfect Life (Lie)
It was morning, and the room was hardly recognizable from the night before with light flooding through from the window. Slightly delayed, her mothering came running through the door.
"Lucy, Lucy what is it!" she demanded, rushing to her bedside. Slowly returning her breathing to normal she managed to find the words.
"Dream ... it was a dream, just a dream," she said almost breathlessly.
"A bad one obviously," her mother comforted.
"I'm fine, really I... um, when is Ivan going to be here?" she asked, rubbing her forehead.
"A little less than a hour, you have plenty of time," Mirela said, smiling warmly.
"Okay, I'm getting up," she announced quietly. As if she thought she was late for something Lucinda sprang out of bed and began to pull on her numerous layers of skirts and over coats. Once she finished she was wearing a warm, red velvet skirt that fanned out and when almost past her ankles, a plain white blouse that was somewhat off white, and a red vest. She spared herself the kerchief that concealed her mother's golden locks and pushed her blonde hair back into a messy bun.
Lucinda and Mirela made their way down the old wooden stairs into the kitchen where Lucinda's father and younger brother were already eating.
"Good morning dear," her father said, gazing up briefly from his food.
"Morning father," she said quietly, not looking into his icy blue eyes. She didn't exactly feel like looking at his jet black hair that may have been starting to get one or two gray strands. Her father's coloring reminded her too much of Mayvn.
"Lucy? Are you all right?" her brother Standislav asked, noticing his sister's lack of awareness.
"What? Oh, I'm fine," she said, joining her family at the table.
"So, your plans with Ivan today are?" her father asked, seeming slightly uncomfortable with his own question.
"Viktor honestly! They're not getting married for four months and you expect them to be sleeping together," Mirela stated. Standislav was snickering in the background from amusement.
"Well what about you little brother, you still sneaking around with that little Radka person?" Lucinda smirked.
"That's more than I can say for you and Ivan," Standislav shot back.
"After all this time I'd think you'd learn when to shut your mouth," Lucinda snapped.
"Mayvn would be laughing in the corner if she were here," he stated simply, "look at you, prancing around as if your new life is going to be perfect."
"Well too bad because Mayvn's dead, isn't she?" Lucinda sneered. Standislav lowered his head as their mother shot up.
"Both of you, that's enough. I thought we had an agreement that we were not going to mention that name in this house again," she snapped.
"Why? How would you like it? If when you're gone we decide to never mention you again," he asked.
"All of you ENOUGH," their father loudly commanded," perhaps not speaking of Mayvn is the best way to honor her."
Lucinda was about to make a snide remark when there was a knock at the door. Mirela briskly went to the front door and was pleasantly surprised to see Ivan's smiling face. Ivan was around thirty. His light brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail to reveal his green eyes.
"Good morning Mrs. Agafetei, is Lucinda ready?" he asked, in perfect Romanian.
"Yes she is, come right in," Mirela smiled. As Ivan entered the house Lucinda had already left the kitchen and was waiting for him.
"Ah, Lucinda you look lovely as ever," he said.
"Thank you. It's good to see you," she said, offering him her hand. He kissed it politely before saying,
"Perhaps we should get going? I have some family who is dying to meet Lucinda."
"Go ahead, just be back by dark," she said. (I know it's weird, but remember where the live, and what comes out a night) Lucinda gracefully took Ivan's arm as the two walked out into the town.
"How have you been?" he asked, trying to make small conversation.
"Tired, and I had the dream again," she whispered.
"Mayvn?" he inquired. She nodded, slightly embarrassed. "You have to forget about her. She's dead, gone, and she's not coming back."
"You're right, but it's difficult when she's looming around in my nightmares," she sneered.
"Shh, let's not talk about this now. My family has been dying to meet you," he said, pushing open the front door to his house.
Lucinda spent that afternoon socializing with Ivan's family that was large, to say the least. Lucinda had never known a large family such as that when she was growing up. Her simple life consisted of her mother, father, brother, and now late sister. However the family gathering ended near sundown and Lucinda was feeling more secure about joining Ivan's family than ever. It was just the change she needed to get her mind off of her family's recent "accident" as they called it.
As Lucinda and Ivan neared her home they stopped at a bench. Ivan tucked several loose strands of Lucinda's golden hair behind her ears.
"You know you become more beautiful every time I see you," he commented. "Thank you. I had a truly nice evening," she said.
"Perhaps this marriage will be better than we both expected," he offered.
"Yes ... perhaps," she said. There was a moment of silence between the two of them and Ivan began to lightly kiss her lips. The kiss was innocent, light, gentle and as Ivan pulled away Lucinda felt her heart flutter slightly like a giddy school girl.
"Goodbye," Ivan quickly nodded before practically jogging off in the direction of his home. Lucinda too rose and briskly started to walk home. There was a piercing chill in the air and she felt like someone or something was watching her.
Slowly, a cloaked figure stepped out of a shadow cast by an alley as Lucinda entered her house and locked the door. The cloak hid the figure's entire body and the hood covered the face in darkness. All that could be see were two glaring, icy blue eyes.
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