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Authors: Traci Angrighetti
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that's what you want, then good-day."
Veronica and I ambled toward the porch as Delta watched the man hurry away.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"That was the president of the Antebellum Plantation Historical and Preservation Society," Delta replied. "He just canceled a luncheon they'd scheduled here for next week."
"I'm sorry," Veronica said.
"I'm not," she snapped. "Believe you me, it's no picnic catering to a bunch of snobbish geriatrics with digestive issues."
Veronica and I exchanged a look.
Delta turned and opened the door. "You girls come on in. I'll show you around."
"I'd love to," Veronica said as we entered a wide hallway with gleaming hardwood floors.
I was less enthusiastic about seeing the house. It was beautiful, but the tarnished history of plantation homes—specifically the fact that they were operated on slave labor—made me uncomfortable.
"This place is gorgeous!" Veronica exclaimed.
Delta stopped and turned to face her. "It is now . Knox designed the home in the Greek Revival style to make that nitwit Evangeline happy. But thankfully one of his descendants had the good sense to strip the house of the garish cornices, crown moldings, and ceiling medallions to bring it in line with the Federal style."
"What happened to those things?" I asked.
"They're stored in the little mill," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Now, my office is here on the left. And on the right is the kitchen, which used to be the house-slaves' quarters. The original kitchen was located in a separate building to keep the odors and the heat to a minimum."
I nodded and followed Delta to the front of the house.
"This is the parlor," she said, gesturing to the left. "And across the hall is the dining room."
Veronica and I peered into the parlor, which was protected by a cordon. A gold-plated crystal chandelier, a large gilt mirror, and several bronze candelabra gave the room a sumptuous look. In front of the fireplace was a courting area with Empire-period seating covered in blue velvet. Above the black marble mantel was an enormous oil painting of a beautiful blonde woman with delicate features. She was dressed in coral pink and painted against a dark background of bluish black.
"Is that Evangeline?" Veronica asked, as though reading my mind.
"Yes," Delta said drily, clutching her pearls.
"She was lovely," I enthused. "Like a real-life Disney princess."
Delta scowled. "I'll take you up to her room."
We climbed a tall wooden staircase to the second floor.
"On either side of the hallway are the guest bedrooms," Delta said, "and the children's bedroom is in the middle. In keeping with the custom of the era, Evangeline and Knox had separate bedrooms in the front of the house." She turned to Veronica and me. "I don't know why we ever did away with that tradition."
I flashed a wry smile at Veronica as we followed Delta the length of the hallway to the master bedrooms.
"Those French doors lead to the front balcony," she explained, pulling a set of keys from her pocket. She unlocked the door to the left. "And this is Evangeline's bedroom, otherwise known as 'the pink room.'"
Veronica, a connoisseur of pink décor, gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "It's pink perfection."
I had to agree that it was a beautiful room, but I'd always been partial to purple. "Can we go past the cordon?"
Delta raised an eyebrow. "Just don't touch anything."
I smirked and entered the spacious bedroom with Veronica in tow. On the right was a seating area with a pink armchair and matching chaise lounge. Between the windows was an imposing armoire with decorative wood inlay and a white marble bust on the top. But the most impressive piece of furniture in the room was a canopied bed covered with pink pillows and draped in sheer pink netting.
"Is this the original furniture?" Veronica asked.
Delta nodded. "Evangeline died in that bed."
"It's awfully small," I remarked. It reminded me of the dainty Princess furniture Veronica
Veronica and I ambled toward the porch as Delta watched the man hurry away.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"That was the president of the Antebellum Plantation Historical and Preservation Society," Delta replied. "He just canceled a luncheon they'd scheduled here for next week."
"I'm sorry," Veronica said.
"I'm not," she snapped. "Believe you me, it's no picnic catering to a bunch of snobbish geriatrics with digestive issues."
Veronica and I exchanged a look.
Delta turned and opened the door. "You girls come on in. I'll show you around."
"I'd love to," Veronica said as we entered a wide hallway with gleaming hardwood floors.
I was less enthusiastic about seeing the house. It was beautiful, but the tarnished history of plantation homes—specifically the fact that they were operated on slave labor—made me uncomfortable.
"This place is gorgeous!" Veronica exclaimed.
Delta stopped and turned to face her. "It is now . Knox designed the home in the Greek Revival style to make that nitwit Evangeline happy. But thankfully one of his descendants had the good sense to strip the house of the garish cornices, crown moldings, and ceiling medallions to bring it in line with the Federal style."
"What happened to those things?" I asked.
"They're stored in the little mill," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Now, my office is here on the left. And on the right is the kitchen, which used to be the house-slaves' quarters. The original kitchen was located in a separate building to keep the odors and the heat to a minimum."
I nodded and followed Delta to the front of the house.
"This is the parlor," she said, gesturing to the left. "And across the hall is the dining room."
Veronica and I peered into the parlor, which was protected by a cordon. A gold-plated crystal chandelier, a large gilt mirror, and several bronze candelabra gave the room a sumptuous look. In front of the fireplace was a courting area with Empire-period seating covered in blue velvet. Above the black marble mantel was an enormous oil painting of a beautiful blonde woman with delicate features. She was dressed in coral pink and painted against a dark background of bluish black.
"Is that Evangeline?" Veronica asked, as though reading my mind.
"Yes," Delta said drily, clutching her pearls.
"She was lovely," I enthused. "Like a real-life Disney princess."
Delta scowled. "I'll take you up to her room."
We climbed a tall wooden staircase to the second floor.
"On either side of the hallway are the guest bedrooms," Delta said, "and the children's bedroom is in the middle. In keeping with the custom of the era, Evangeline and Knox had separate bedrooms in the front of the house." She turned to Veronica and me. "I don't know why we ever did away with that tradition."
I flashed a wry smile at Veronica as we followed Delta the length of the hallway to the master bedrooms.
"Those French doors lead to the front balcony," she explained, pulling a set of keys from her pocket. She unlocked the door to the left. "And this is Evangeline's bedroom, otherwise known as 'the pink room.'"
Veronica, a connoisseur of pink décor, gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "It's pink perfection."
I had to agree that it was a beautiful room, but I'd always been partial to purple. "Can we go past the cordon?"
Delta raised an eyebrow. "Just don't touch anything."
I smirked and entered the spacious bedroom with Veronica in tow. On the right was a seating area with a pink armchair and matching chaise lounge. Between the windows was an imposing armoire with decorative wood inlay and a white marble bust on the top. But the most impressive piece of furniture in the room was a canopied bed covered with pink pillows and draped in sheer pink netting.
"Is this the original furniture?" Veronica asked.
Delta nodded. "Evangeline died in that bed."
"It's awfully small," I remarked. It reminded me of the dainty Princess furniture Veronica
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