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Qᴜᴇᴇɴs Bᴏʀᴅᴇʟʟᴏ [Gʀᴏᴜᴘ] said…
(Paul in his younger days, looked girlish)
Without thought Clarissa stood and buried her face in Pete's brood chest with her hands gripping his side. "Not nearly as much as I love you." She said softly, looking up at him with a small smile playing on her lips. She didn't care that he caused her so much pain in such a short time, all she wanted was him. She wanted to prove to him that he was the only man for her, even if there was an auction tomorrow, she would be going home with Pete. Her eyes sincerely met Pete's as her heart felt what it had wanted to feel all along. Love. "Kiss me, you fool."
Clarissa jumped up at the sound of her mother's china shattering across the floor. "Pete," She tried to explain but couldn't for the fact that her suitor cut her off. "Clarissa, you didn't tell me you had company," She looked away from his gaze, and back over to Pete. Not noticing the hatred stare she was getting from the other man. "About what we were discussing, on second thought, your name, will be on the list." He spat, gathering his coat and pushing his way out the door. "Pete," Clarissa said grabbing his arm gently. "Please don't be angry." She begged, her brown eyes locked on his. She wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, that she would never marry another man, she loved him. She loved Pete, her heart was racing as the realization hit, and she touched his cheek softly. Just say it. But she was afraid, of what he might think.
(Well, hopefully this comment helped a little.(: Don't be confused, it will take away from how cute you are!, ❥)
With small steps Clarissa stumbled backwards away from the mirror. Her heart was thumping against her chest, as she stared at the corner of the mirror, where the reflection had been. Was that real? She questioned herself, pushing up from the ground and walking over to touch the mirror slightly. When she did it felt as if everything that brought light was replaced by darkness. A depressing feeling. She quickly removed her hand causing the color to come back, feeling unsafe she opened her door, her hands were shaking and she looked as if she had seen a ghost. A sturdy knock on the door caused her to regain her senses, she wrapped her robe around her once more and made her way past Pete and to the door. She opened it and immediately dropped to a curtsies. "Your Honor, to what do I owe the pleasure?" A man dressed in upper class clothing with dark gray hair, and brood shoulders, cleared his throat, "It always a pleasure, my dear. I have official business to discuss though. When I seen your name, I knew it would come better from a man of my standards." The man weaved his way inside the house and into the den, taking Clarissa's hand as he sat down on the small couch. "The auction is tomorrow morning, and your name was placed on the list. I knew this day would come, and I want you to know I am prepared to ask for your hand in marriage." Clarissa went pale, and she looked down at her feet. Bloody hell.
I think you're a trip! And I mean that as a compliment! Normal is boring and generic...who needs it??
Clarissa closed her eyes, sighing softly against Pete's warm touch. This was the first time she had ever had a man sleeping in her bed,but it was something she enjoyed. She felt more safe with a sick man in her bed, than she did before. She slowly drifted to sleep, only to find in her dreams, a set of bloody hands. She wasn't sure of what it was from, or whose hand's they were. But looking down at them she realized they belonged to her, when she seen the small crescent shaped birthmark on the palm. She looked around the dimly lit room only to find more blood lining the floors. As she walked the hallway it felt like it took forever, when she reached to doorway at the end she wasn't sure of what to expect. A trail of blood that led to a bed, that sat in the center of the room, an arm dangling off the side. Clarissa took a slow step forward,"Pe-.." She tried to speak but no words formed on her lips. She gasped, her eyes fleeing from the scene and opening in brightly lit bedroom, her bed room, and it was morning. She placed her hand over Pete's which still rested on her cheek softly. She breathed a sigh of relief feeling his pulse jump across her cheek. Thank heavens
Tap tap tap. The sound followed the petite young woman down the sidewalk. Her hands stayed at her side, with her fingers gripping her dress. Nightfall had stretched over London, blanketing the country in the dark with a soft sheet of snow. This was a place that you could feel safe, even if you were a young woman out for a midnight stroll in the park. The year was 1880, in midwinter. The girl was Clarissa Gold, someone whom wasn’t called for in such an early age, like her friends. She was a Maiden, which meant she worked for everyone else. She had no Master to claim her, nor did she have a family to call her own. Her footsteps began to hush as she made her way through the snow covered sidewalks, leaving only small footprints behind. She rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of the bar; the normal crowd standing around the drunkards, hoping to make a pound tonight and a fight off to the side. Clarissa quickly made her way to the fight stepping between the men. “I do believe that’s enough.” She said sternly with her highly accented voice.
I'd like to acknowledge that this is one of the best comments i've ever gotten. There are a number of reasons, of course.
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