The girl had been deep in awe then out of no where there is a firm grip on her sholders and she is pushed further down toward the floor and shaken mercilessly. After a moment of silence and violent shaking the girl heard the voice of the furious nursemaid, yelling something in a language she should know but didn't.
"Ahh! Nanny! Stop it!"
The girl cried out, and the sound of her startled voice made the older woman cease her actions. Without warning the shaking stopped and she was released. The nursemaid spat at the girl.
"Me forget, you no know your own language, Lara. You worthless. And me tell you no round back, and what you do? Stupid gel!"
The woman's voice boomed, with its bad English, and she threatened to kick the girl. Lara sighed, and straightened up, yet did not get up from her place on the floor. She did not dare, because she was taller than her Nanny, and if she were to stand up she would tower over the short thick-set woman. Nanny began to babble about God knows what to the back of Lara's head, being that she had yet to even turn around and face the other woman. She tuned out her nursemaid and stared at her mother's exquisite wedding dress with its lace edges, teardrop white pearls, full skirts of silk and lace of the purest of white.
It looked to be quite a heavy dress, but that was due to its frame and flowing evade, but was actually really light. Its dainty vail was pinned lightly to a top sleeve that puffed out in a Gypsy design. The vail, small, old-fashioned and charming, shaped with a widows peak and scattered with flattened pallid pearls and diamond chips. The meterial was soft and flowing, Lara could never identify what it was, just that it fit with the headpiece...and the dress. It was absolutely the gown of her dreams, especially the sleeves of thinned silk that changed to skin hugging in the middle of her upper arm, sleekly flowed to her wrist and made a finishing point onto her hand, with a few pearls and diamond flakes sprinkled about the edge...
Lara couldn't believe that in a month's time she would be wearing such a magnificant piece of art. She couldn't wait, yet at the same time dreaded it. She was to wed a man she had only met the night before, and truely despised already. The worst thing about it all was that there was no way for her to possibly get out or around it. It had been arranged the day she had been born, and as tradition was that's why it had to be done. At least that's what everyone told her. Oh, what she wouldn't give to defy tradition and marry for love. Lara just couldn't understand why she had to marry a man she didn't love -yet the complete oppisite, despised. It was unfathomable.
He was rude, narcissistic, self-absorbed, concieted, and a complete cad, as foul mouthed as a sailor. Yet around her father and others he was an absolute gentleman. It had been gossiped to her ears that his behavior toward her had been a farce, for some absurd reason. That he had loved her from a far for many years and all that. Lara dismissed it foolery and that it couldn't possibly be fact. She was convinced she'd seen the man he really was, and there would be no changing her mind. True he was beautiful, but that cancelled out quickly with the rest of his traits.She looked over at the open window, the turned slightly to look back at her Nanny, then back at the window.
"You think you jump - you die! You marry Juan, you be good wife, Lara. He be good you, you be obidiant, you be good wife."
Nanny hollered at Lara, expecting the young girl to jump up and stop moping, and help with the wedding planning in some small ways. But the woman got something dissimilar. Lara looked back at her in disgust, and whimpered much louder than she had anticipated.
"But I don't love him, Nanny! I hate him. I hate him with a passion!"
Fire blazed in the old woman's eyes, and she just silently fumed a few moments before shouting her head off.
"That no matter, you fool! What matter you be here, you be ready, you marry, you be faithful house wife. You marry, you give Juan sons!"
"So be it, Nanny."
Lara replied nonchalantly, making Nanny shriek and storm out. lara looked around to make sure the woman was gone, and stared at the door a moment in case Nanny decided to make a re-entry. Yet nothing, then hearing bustling downstairs and Nanny barking orders. Lara looked around again before zoning back into the dress. If only her mother had still been alive then maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be forced into marrying Juan, for sure Nanny wouldn't treat her the way she did now, and there wouldn't be something going on between Nanny and her father. They thought she didn't know, but she did, all too well. Lara knew it had started even before her mother had passed on, but it wasn't her concern. She just couldn't understand, that when her mother - an exquisetly beautiful woman had still lived, her father left their bed during the night and went to Lara's comely nursmaid. Still, it was none of her concern. Her own life was her main priority..and now, it was her only..and she was going to make something of it. But she couldn't do that here... ... ... ...
