Gabby opened her eyes feeling the dark circles underneath coming up to the surface. "Gurtrude, can te please come in and help me?" She yelled. The elderly maid came in so fragile and danity that she seem a little younger.
"Hello and goodmorning Ms. Gabrielle Conrad. Are te going to the picnic with your fiancé Mr. Donte' and his mother this afternoon?" She asked politely. Tightening the corset around her torso much to tight. But Gabby didn't say a word.
"Actually, yes, I am...." She replied reluctantly.
Further more, Gurtrude knew she would be più bored than anything at the picnic because, well, Donte' was an arrogant, selfish fool, to be nice about it. The rich little boy she had been betrothed to many years fa had not changed a single bit. He was still rude to the poor and the weak, he are like a cow in dining halls, even though he always had enough food, and didn't have a thing in his head to live da and was proud of it. Though he had the best tutor, finestest etiquette teachers and the biggest library, he knew nothing, did nothing, and could never Amore her the way she wanted from a husband. He and her had not a single thing in common, but here they where getting married. She and Donte' had never done a thing together either but the successivo thing she knew she was in her best dress and ready to go see the fool she's call husband for the rest of her life....
The red dress was terribly perfect and the bow in her long brown hair, to match the pizzo was lovely, black, to match the ocastion but she felt gross inside like part of her was dying. How would she feel on her wedding day? Then half way though the park she had a seizure.
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She awoke and checked her necklace. She was 2 minuti late for the picnic. Oh what a ball Donte' would have with this. But she felt sick.
"Oh dear, I'm late for my love!!" She detto sarcastically.
But in the vision she had seen Miguel again.. And for the fist time she saw his eyes. They where the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, such a rich deep brown. So caring. So gentle. And he had been taking an etiqutte class. He looked irritated. He was so kind and listened so nicely, but best of all he was smart. And what was on his teeth? But he had the strangest acsent. It was beautiful. And the one giving the lesson was a woman. She was aspro, acida looking, and with such an angry look. She must have met Donte'. "Hah! He's real sweet, isn't he?"
Her joke made her smile a rude smile.
But she really wondered, why some one with such a big home and a lovely guy like that why be mad? And for the first time, she thought back to their clothes. So odd... He Come d’incanto her, and everything about him was beautiful.
"Hello and goodmorning Ms. Gabrielle Conrad. Are te going to the picnic with your fiancé Mr. Donte' and his mother this afternoon?" She asked politely. Tightening the corset around her torso much to tight. But Gabby didn't say a word.
"Actually, yes, I am...." She replied reluctantly.
Further more, Gurtrude knew she would be più bored than anything at the picnic because, well, Donte' was an arrogant, selfish fool, to be nice about it. The rich little boy she had been betrothed to many years fa had not changed a single bit. He was still rude to the poor and the weak, he are like a cow in dining halls, even though he always had enough food, and didn't have a thing in his head to live da and was proud of it. Though he had the best tutor, finestest etiquette teachers and the biggest library, he knew nothing, did nothing, and could never Amore her the way she wanted from a husband. He and her had not a single thing in common, but here they where getting married. She and Donte' had never done a thing together either but the successivo thing she knew she was in her best dress and ready to go see the fool she's call husband for the rest of her life....
The red dress was terribly perfect and the bow in her long brown hair, to match the pizzo was lovely, black, to match the ocastion but she felt gross inside like part of her was dying. How would she feel on her wedding day? Then half way though the park she had a seizure.
~¤~¤~¤~
She awoke and checked her necklace. She was 2 minuti late for the picnic. Oh what a ball Donte' would have with this. But she felt sick.
"Oh dear, I'm late for my love!!" She detto sarcastically.
But in the vision she had seen Miguel again.. And for the fist time she saw his eyes. They where the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, such a rich deep brown. So caring. So gentle. And he had been taking an etiqutte class. He looked irritated. He was so kind and listened so nicely, but best of all he was smart. And what was on his teeth? But he had the strangest acsent. It was beautiful. And the one giving the lesson was a woman. She was aspro, acida looking, and with such an angry look. She must have met Donte'. "Hah! He's real sweet, isn't he?"
Her joke made her smile a rude smile.
But she really wondered, why some one with such a big home and a lovely guy like that why be mad? And for the first time, she thought back to their clothes. So odd... He Come d’incanto her, and everything about him was beautiful.