Author's note:
Hi everyone, here's chapter 4. Hope you'll like it.
Disclaimer: Still only owning my OC's.
'Here we are,' Lewis told us. He stopped the carriage and helped us to get off it. My feet stepped with 2 clacks on the street, followed by my mothers. The first thing I did was just standing there and looking at the enormous building in front of me. The Cathedral was luminous in the night, thanks to the combination of torches and small lightbulbs, making it appear it was made of pure gold. It size however, combined with the light it was beaming, made me feel really small, imitating whoever passes by. At the same time it gave me the impression that the Cathedral was a holy and sacred place, watched over by God himself. My fingers tightened on my hold on the suitcase of my violin. I was really nervous. Who knows how the ballroom would like if this building is already that enormous? Unconsciously I took some steps forward, not noticing the people who were entering the Cathedral. I accidently bumped into some of them. The man who I bumped into faced me and looked incredibly annoyed and angry.
'Hey, watch it!'
'I'm sorry sir. I-I-I-I didn't see you.' I tried to calm him down, but I seemed to make him flush even more angrier, as was the lady next to him, probably his wife.
'I beg your pardon. Who do you think you are, acting all nonchalantly? I hope you can make a appropriate apology.'
I was startled. I couldn't form other words than opening and closing my mouth like a fish on land. My dad came to stand next me and manage to calm them down. When they left, my father turned to me and sighed. He surprisingly smiled at me and stroked shortly over my cheek.
'Well,' he said. 'The optimistic point in this unfortunate happening is that you're will be fine for the rest of the evening. You've had your portion of bad luck and now only good luck will pass you through the night.'
'Thanks for the saving dad,' I thanked him and gave him a warm smile. He replied with a smirk.
'GOODNESS ALICE! One day you'll get yourself into some serious trouble if you keep doing that!'
'I'm sorry mother.' I bowed my head in shame. Unconsciously I have made a scene which attracted a lot of people's attention. My mother was also very hard to look everywhere except our spectators.
'Well come on,' father said and gave mother an arm, which she took it gladly. 'We shouldn't let the party wait for us.' My father pushed me lightly on my back, guiding me to the entrance of the Cathedral. I still could hear the whispers from the inquisitive spectators though.
Who are those people? I've never seen them before.
You don't know? Those are the Churchhills! They are quite wealthy people! And their daughter, the girl you just saw. She can play very well, but I'm glad she's not my wife! What a disgrace to the family! I sympathy with the parents!
I agree! Last week she bumped into me too because she looked up.
Isn't she always looking up?
She just want to be noticed! What a slut!
How can she be when she's as flat as my door? No one wants her!
A lot of laughter.
How come she's skinny while her family is rich mama?
If I was a flower, I would turn instantly black from amount of poison. Or in this case, from the amount of their rude and hurtful words. Before I stepped foot in the entrance, I promised myself not to cry tonight.
If I hold myself onto that, than it will be a new record.
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The room where the ball will be held was just as amazing as the outside. The many candles lit the room which created a romantic atmosphere. There were long, almost golden wooden tables on the very right and left, filled with drinks, food, presents for the guests and beautiful sculptures made of stone. We were served by one of the dozens of waiters and butlers and guided to one of the tables near the stage.
And the guests!
Every imaginary colour could be named and you can find a woman walking in that colour. I think there were at least hundred couples present, each with their own connection the Her Majesty.
Speaking of which, were was she?
I turned my head as far as I could, but with no luck. Could it be that Her Majesty will arrive later? But then I realised something!
'Father, do you know what time it is?'
My father glanced at his pocket watch. 'A quarter to nine. I believe that Her Majesty will arrive any moment.'
I widened my eyes as realisation set in. 'Do forgive me to leave all of sudden, but I need to find the others. We need to discuss the lasts subjects before we need to perform.'
'But of course dear! Good luck!' Mother would only call me dear when I need to play. One hell of a lovely mother I have.
'Oh, go for it! I'm sure you'll make everyone here leave their mouth open from excitement!'
'Thanks mother, father!' I gave them a short nod and made my way with the violin to behind the stage.
Authors note:
Hiiiiii, I know this one is a bit short, but I promise the next one will be longer!
Let me know what your thoughts are about this story so far!
Bye for now!
ES12