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agreed.
“ Only with the
dress, I don't want you to get in trouble. Otherwise I'd decline.”
The words came out flatly.
“ Understood,
Miss Emma. And may I wish you the best birthday.” She smiled
shyly. I
guess she is used to knowing her place.
“ Thank you,
but please just call me Emma. I'm not royalty and you're not my
indebted servant. Deal? What's your name by the way?” I smiled
at the girl as friendly as I could, managed with as tense as I was.
“ That's a
deal, Miss- oh, sorry, Emma. My name is Mary.” The girl smiled
a little bolder.
“ Mary, how
wonderful. That's my middle name. Say, were you guys brought over for
this event or something? I keep catching a slight hint of an accent.”
I looked at Mary who must have been maybe fifteen. She’s quite pretty.
“ Why, yes, we
were brought over from England for this affair.” I could see
her struggle with losing the formalities.
“ Well, you all
have done wonderful. The house is beautiful and all the guests here
are happy.” I knew time was almost up and I shouldn't be late.
Mary grabbed the
beautiful gown, unzipped it and held it for me to step into. The
satin was warm against my skin but soon it seemed to regulate itself
to my temperature. I put on each piece of emerald jewelry that
Grandpa had given me. The effect was magnificent. The rich green
against my light skin that seemed to be covered in gold. The sight
was marvelous. I
so don't recognize myself.
I slipped on my
strappy gold heels and grew three inches- making myself a 'sexy' five
foot six inches. I checked my reflection one more time and noticed
how young and little Mary looked compared to me right now.
“ You look
lovely, Miss. But it is time for dinner.” She sounded
concerned.
“ Yes, thank
you, Mary. I'll head down now.” I smiled and went out my
bedroom door.
The walk down the
stairs was very lonely and quiet. I was terribly frightened as well
since I'd be walking into the room where everyone would be. I knew
that everyone would look up from their tables- the tables that were
temporarily set up in the middle of the room and would be removed
immediately after dinner, to make room for the dancing.
I took a deep breath
and walked the rest of the way down the stairs with my head held
high. Everyone at all the tables watched me descend the stairs and
walk to my parents' table. The table had the least amount of people
at it- my mother, father, grandfather, grandmother, Dominic, and his
parents. I stood at my seat in between Dominic and Grandpa and the
whole room rose to join me. It is absolutely frightening when you are
the complete center of attention.
“ Happy
Birthday, Emma!” My father said proudly and the room repeated
the words. Wow,
this feels cult-like!
“ Thank you.
Thank you, everyone. Please sit down.” I smiled at the room and
then took my seat. God,
I hate having to talk to people.
I exhaled deeply as
conversations began to rise in the room.
The meal was
pleasant- filled with all my favorite dishes. I made small talk with
Dominic and his parents. I remained as calm and collected as
possible. The time seemed to fly by and I was grateful that eating
took up most of the time and I only had to contribute minimal to the
discussions at hand.
At the end of the
meal my father stood up once more- I looked at Grandpa for any idea
of what to expect. But he was looking at Dad and smiling. Then Dad
began to talk.
“ Tonight we
are all gathered here to celebrate my daughter's eighteenth birthday
and the new changes that are to come in the future. We are all
grateful to have all of you here. I would also like to announce the
betrothal of my daughter and Dominic DeDominico. Now, I am sure my
daughter is quite excited to find out this long held tradition and
she is certainly honored to see our two great families joined.”
He beamed as the room filled with applause. I
am going to murder him.
I desperately tried
to keep my smile from cracking and not jumping across the
“ Only with the
dress, I don't want you to get in trouble. Otherwise I'd decline.”
The words came out flatly.
“ Understood,
Miss Emma. And may I wish you the best birthday.” She smiled
shyly. I
guess she is used to knowing her place.
“ Thank you,
but please just call me Emma. I'm not royalty and you're not my
indebted servant. Deal? What's your name by the way?” I smiled
at the girl as friendly as I could, managed with as tense as I was.
“ That's a
deal, Miss- oh, sorry, Emma. My name is Mary.” The girl smiled
a little bolder.
“ Mary, how
wonderful. That's my middle name. Say, were you guys brought over for
this event or something? I keep catching a slight hint of an accent.”
I looked at Mary who must have been maybe fifteen. She’s quite pretty.
“ Why, yes, we
were brought over from England for this affair.” I could see
her struggle with losing the formalities.
“ Well, you all
have done wonderful. The house is beautiful and all the guests here
are happy.” I knew time was almost up and I shouldn't be late.
Mary grabbed the
beautiful gown, unzipped it and held it for me to step into. The
satin was warm against my skin but soon it seemed to regulate itself
to my temperature. I put on each piece of emerald jewelry that
Grandpa had given me. The effect was magnificent. The rich green
against my light skin that seemed to be covered in gold. The sight
was marvelous. I
so don't recognize myself.
I slipped on my
strappy gold heels and grew three inches- making myself a 'sexy' five
foot six inches. I checked my reflection one more time and noticed
how young and little Mary looked compared to me right now.
“ You look
lovely, Miss. But it is time for dinner.” She sounded
concerned.
“ Yes, thank
you, Mary. I'll head down now.” I smiled and went out my
bedroom door.
The walk down the
stairs was very lonely and quiet. I was terribly frightened as well
since I'd be walking into the room where everyone would be. I knew
that everyone would look up from their tables- the tables that were
temporarily set up in the middle of the room and would be removed
immediately after dinner, to make room for the dancing.
I took a deep breath
and walked the rest of the way down the stairs with my head held
high. Everyone at all the tables watched me descend the stairs and
walk to my parents' table. The table had the least amount of people
at it- my mother, father, grandfather, grandmother, Dominic, and his
parents. I stood at my seat in between Dominic and Grandpa and the
whole room rose to join me. It is absolutely frightening when you are
the complete center of attention.
“ Happy
Birthday, Emma!” My father said proudly and the room repeated
the words. Wow,
this feels cult-like!
“ Thank you.
Thank you, everyone. Please sit down.” I smiled at the room and
then took my seat. God,
I hate having to talk to people.
I exhaled deeply as
conversations began to rise in the room.
The meal was
pleasant- filled with all my favorite dishes. I made small talk with
Dominic and his parents. I remained as calm and collected as
possible. The time seemed to fly by and I was grateful that eating
took up most of the time and I only had to contribute minimal to the
discussions at hand.
At the end of the
meal my father stood up once more- I looked at Grandpa for any idea
of what to expect. But he was looking at Dad and smiling. Then Dad
began to talk.
“ Tonight we
are all gathered here to celebrate my daughter's eighteenth birthday
and the new changes that are to come in the future. We are all
grateful to have all of you here. I would also like to announce the
betrothal of my daughter and Dominic DeDominico. Now, I am sure my
daughter is quite excited to find out this long held tradition and
she is certainly honored to see our two great families joined.”
He beamed as the room filled with applause. I
am going to murder him.
I desperately tried
to keep my smile from cracking and not jumping across the
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