Star_Spark
07-05-2008, 10:00 PM
We couldn't take our eyes of her.
"Were did she get that dress from?" I breathed.
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. But it's breathtaking."
I scowled at Olivia. "That's not the point. If Mother sees Cinderella in this dress, she's going to have a heartattack. You know how much money she spent on our dresses!"
I nudged Olivia after she didn't reply. Olivia gulped and I followed hr gaze to see what she was staring at.
"Uh... I think Mother has already," we both looked at Mother. She was stood at the bottom of the Grand Staircase, staring intently at Cinderella.
"Does she even realise it's Cinderella?" I asked. Olivia shook her head.
"I don't think she has the slightest clue," she shrugged.
I bit my lip. "Right, well, let's keep it that way. Cinderella gets punished enough as it is. She'll only resent us more if Mother thinks she stole a dress!"
Olivia turned and looks at me. "But what if she really did steal the dress? I wouldn't put it past her. Especially after all the alcohol, and the men, and the late nights doing wild-"
"Ok! Ok! That's enough information from that," I snapped. "We're in a public place. Do you really want other people knowing about Cinderella's unsavoury lifestyle?"
Olivia shook her head. "You're right. Let's go distract Mother... for the rest of the night."
* * * * *
"Honestly, Scarlett, I don't think I could eat another crab cake if my life depended on it," Mother dabbed at the sides of her mouth delicately with an embroidered hankerchief.
"Then wine! Try the wine," I poured a goblet full of the dark red liquid.
"No, no. I'm not drinking tonight Scarlett," Mother pushed the goblet away. "I want to be up early in time for the market. You know those bargain lace scarves always get snapped up straight away. They sell like hotcakes. I need to beat that old Mary O' Meier there tomorrow morning. She knows how much I like them"
I spun my eyes round in my head. My Mother was fairly competitive when it came to shopping. I glanced over at Olivia, who dancing with one of the many Earls many sons. So basically, some old, pompous man's young, pompous son. Olivia seemed to be having fun though. I watched as she winked at me, and then wandered off into the gardens with her catch. Lucky her! I was still sat at one of the tables, trying to distract Mother from Cinderella, who, by the way, had completely blanked us the whole time she had been here. She was busy making the rounds on the aristocratic families. I looked across the room for her. Ok, look for a big blue dress. Hmm... no not over by the clocktower. The staircase.... no. Oh, wait. There she was, on the ballroom dnace floor, waltzing with a handsome young man. No... it's couldn't be- she was waltzing with a handsome young man, who also happened to be the Prince!
"Were did she get that dress from?" I breathed.
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. But it's breathtaking."
I scowled at Olivia. "That's not the point. If Mother sees Cinderella in this dress, she's going to have a heartattack. You know how much money she spent on our dresses!"
I nudged Olivia after she didn't reply. Olivia gulped and I followed hr gaze to see what she was staring at.
"Uh... I think Mother has already," we both looked at Mother. She was stood at the bottom of the Grand Staircase, staring intently at Cinderella.
"Does she even realise it's Cinderella?" I asked. Olivia shook her head.
"I don't think she has the slightest clue," she shrugged.
I bit my lip. "Right, well, let's keep it that way. Cinderella gets punished enough as it is. She'll only resent us more if Mother thinks she stole a dress!"
Olivia turned and looks at me. "But what if she really did steal the dress? I wouldn't put it past her. Especially after all the alcohol, and the men, and the late nights doing wild-"
"Ok! Ok! That's enough information from that," I snapped. "We're in a public place. Do you really want other people knowing about Cinderella's unsavoury lifestyle?"
Olivia shook her head. "You're right. Let's go distract Mother... for the rest of the night."
* * * * *
"Honestly, Scarlett, I don't think I could eat another crab cake if my life depended on it," Mother dabbed at the sides of her mouth delicately with an embroidered hankerchief.
"Then wine! Try the wine," I poured a goblet full of the dark red liquid.
"No, no. I'm not drinking tonight Scarlett," Mother pushed the goblet away. "I want to be up early in time for the market. You know those bargain lace scarves always get snapped up straight away. They sell like hotcakes. I need to beat that old Mary O' Meier there tomorrow morning. She knows how much I like them"
I spun my eyes round in my head. My Mother was fairly competitive when it came to shopping. I glanced over at Olivia, who dancing with one of the many Earls many sons. So basically, some old, pompous man's young, pompous son. Olivia seemed to be having fun though. I watched as she winked at me, and then wandered off into the gardens with her catch. Lucky her! I was still sat at one of the tables, trying to distract Mother from Cinderella, who, by the way, had completely blanked us the whole time she had been here. She was busy making the rounds on the aristocratic families. I looked across the room for her. Ok, look for a big blue dress. Hmm... no not over by the clocktower. The staircase.... no. Oh, wait. There she was, on the ballroom dnace floor, waltzing with a handsome young man. No... it's couldn't be- she was waltzing with a handsome young man, who also happened to be the Prince!