Elizabeth picked up the hem of her skirt and ran back towards home, hoping she'd make it. Her long, dark hair floated in the wind, blanketing the sky with black. As she ran, her blue ribbon released itself from the knot of her hair. Fear washed over Elizabeth's face; her mother wouldn't approve of her losing her ribbons.
The Greenly family was almost poor, and the only thing that would bring them into high society would be if either Elizabeth or her blue-eyed sister, Maxine, were to marry. Alison Greenly, the most stubborn yet impatient woman whose ever graced Pennington, was always inviting ideal suitors to the house to meet her two "lovely" daughters.
Elizabeth scoffed at the word lovely; she knew she was nothing of that sort. Now her sister, Maxine, was the definition of the word. She was the fair-haired, blue-eyed beauty of the family and all the men in Pennington adored her. Even though Elizabeth was smarter and stronger, no one paid much attention to her when Maxine was around.
The ribbon disappeared into the tall grasses, making Elizabeth's hopes fall deep into the depths of her heart. If her ribbons were dirty, her mother would be just as upset as if she'd lost them. Elizabeth fell to her knees and searched through the grass for her ribbons. Minutes passed, and the rain soon began to fall down hard.
Just when Elizabeth decided to give up, a strong hand slipped into hers and pulled her up. Through the rain, she could make out little about the person who pulled her out of the mud.
"Please, call me William. William Harvey. Now listen, I'm...," the man started, pointing somewhere behind Elizabeth.
Lydia and Bertha emerged from the pantry, covered in flour.
A pink frilly dress happened to be poking out, so Elizabeth pulled it off the rack and laid it across her bed. Then she slipped out of her old dress and threw it in the corner next to countless other dresses that belonged to Maxine.
Elizabeth sauntered across the lush green fields and twirled in the sun's warm breath.
Her long, dark hair floated in the wind, blanketing the sky with black.
The Greenly family was almost poor, and the only thing that would bring them into high society would be if either Elizabeth or her blue-eyed sister, Maxine, were to marry. Alison Greenly, the most stubborn yet impatient woman whose ever graced Pennington, was always inviting ideal suitors to the house to meet her two "lovely" daughters.
Elizabeth scoffed at the word lovely; she knew she was nothing of that sort. Now her sister, Maxine, was the definition of the word. She was the fair-haired, blue-eyed beauty of the family and all the men in Pennington adored her. Even though Elizabeth was smarter and stronger, no one paid much attention to her when Maxine was around.
As the blue ribbon danced with the wind, Elizabeth ran hopelessly after it. She did not indeed care what anyone else thought of her but making Mrs. Greenly angry was a mistake that would follow her the rest of her days.
The ribbon disappeared into the tall grasses, making Elizabeth's hopes fall deep into the depths of her heart.
If her ribbons were dirty, her mother would be just as upset as if she'd lost them. Elizabeth fell to her knees and searched through the grass for her ribbons.
She had never seen many amiable appearing men in Pennington, though they were rumored to all have lived in London.
"Yes, I'd be happy to assist you, kind sir." Elizabeth said, nodding her head.
She was fanning herself with a worn book, staring out the tear stained tear-stained window.
"Your hair, its absolutely atrocious.
"There's no time to fret mother, Mr. Harvey is on his way!" Elizabeth panicked.
"Oh dear God!!" Mrs. Greenly shouted, rising up from her slouch.
Even though they were on their uppers, Alison Greenly managed to hold a household.
She picked up her bell and rung it six times, signaling for the maids to come forth.
Once in her room, Lizzie found her sister in front of the vanity, brushing her long yellow curls.
Before she could finish, there was a knock at the door. Both Max and Eliza looked up to find Emily, their maid, standing in the doorway.