I made a stop at the market to buy some candles and potatoes, all the while wondering if I should sew a few pairs of socks for Papa and myself because of the cold; he would like that. And our new fireplace will help as well.Then I began to worry, I left Papa alone with Christopher; not that I thought Christopher was harmful but because I know Papa doesn't like him. What if they get into an argument? Maybe Christopher wouldn't want to fix the fireplace anymore...I walked faster, my heart was beating loudly in my chest; all the excitement of the new gown was gone.As I got closer to the house, I heard raised male voices and I panicked, running into the house."...yes, but I have to grow different crops, that is different methods on one farm." I heard Christopher say before drinking deeply from a mug of... rum? They were both grinning, so they were really arguing as I had thought. And they ignored my presence, lost in their conversation."It doesn't make my work easier. After growing t
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It's been years since I last had that dream, I hated being reminded how mama left us like that, it was so depressing. It was probably all the talk about Gwen mama that triggered it.But I couldn't turn down Bridget's invite so suddenly, I had to go no matter what. I took a bath and got dressed in my new gown, packing my hair in a half bun, just how Gwen liked it.When I got downstairs, Christopher was already bent over the fireplace, delivering the finishing touches, it looked really nice."You look pretty." I heard the boy's voice from the doorway, he was holding up logs of wood. That was when Christopher noticed me, standing straight as he studied me. For some reason, I felt uneasy as his eyes scanned my body."Yes, she does." He said finally and I actually sighed in relief. Why?!"Urh... I have to...""Can you sew a dress for me?" The boy asked, interrupting me. A dress? Why would he want a dress? For himself or to give a girl he fancied?"Ce
Feeling happy with my visit, I rejected Bridget's offer to let the coachman take me home, I preferred to walk home; after all I didn't have to protect the gown from getting wet and walking helped me relax and collect my thoughts.It was a good thing Lance was there, even though he was a charming man, I was only interested in the attention he got me when he let me cut his hair, he was nice though and he keep staring at me from across the table. That was rude but like he said, he has been at sea too long and has lost his manners.All in all, I enjoyed breakfast with Bridget's family. Now, it was time for me to return to my task at hand. Now that we had the fireplace up and running, I had to do something nice for Christopher and his son. I wonder if his visit to the Jones went well, goodness knows he needs a wife and..."Get off, you crazy pimp!" I snapped out of my thoughts and came to a halt when I saw a group of boys fighting, it was three against one... Christopher's son. They were f
After her bath, we kept ourselves busy searching through Gwen's old clothes from when she was about Cecilia's age, for the prettiest that was sure to catch Christopher's eye.We settled for a lilac purple dress that was just her size. Before I let her wear her new dress, I made her sit at the mirror while I trimmed her hair to look more presentation, she now had bangs and a ponytail, complete with her new dress; she was a pretty little girl."Papa is going to like this?" She asked as she turned this way and that in front of the mirror."Yes, you're his pretty daughter. Though I wonder why you didn't ask for a dress sooner." Her face fell for a bit."He said I looked better in his clothes." How annoying! What girl looks better in boys' clothes?We heard a knock on the door and Cecilia was bolting to go open it. I followed closely behind.It was Christopher but he looked a bit sad. He took one look at Cecilia and then up to me."Is Cecilia here?" He asked. The girl suddenly burst out la
I was so bold the night before when I told Cecilia we would get on all fours to clean, but now, as I stared at the filth, all I wanted to do was run back to my clean home as fast as I could.By the time we woke up, ate breakfast, changed to less clean clothes and reached Christopher's house, he wasn't there; maybe he had somewhere to go so early in the morning.Cecilia and I stood side by side, observing the mess. I didn't even know where to begin."I am ashamed that this is my house. Now I've slept in your clean house, I can't come back to living here." Cecilia said, holding up her nose in disgust. Well would you look at that! See what one bath can change?"It's a good thing you feel that way. Now, let's get to cleaning before your Papa comes back. I must admit, seeing that shocked expression on his face is hilarious and silly." Cecilia laughed."I'd wager my new dress that he would walk past his own house and not recognise it." I chuckled and nudged her."All right, come on now. We
"Mr Miller?" I asked as I approached him. What was he doing there?"Miss Crutoe." He said with a half grin. "Good morning to you.""Good morning. You're here? Did something happen with Bridget?" I panicked immediately, thinking of all the worse case scenarios."No, nothing of the sort. I only came to wish you a good morning and ask if you would like to accompany me to a party tomorrow night. The Earl is throwing a welcome party for me and my crew, I would love it if you could be my companion." A party? I didn't have a nice enough dress to wear and Lance had already seen me in the dress Bridget made for me."I'm not sure, Mr Miller...""Please call me Lance." He said, reaching to hold my hand gently. "Can I call you Alexa?""Yes, please. Lance, I'm sorry but I don't think I fit in in such gatherings.""Don't be silly, you're the perfect lady for such an occasion. I want to show everyone what an amazing woman you are. You're the first woman I've ever met who is quite skilled with a scis
"A haircut?" I asked, looking stunned at him. It's not that I am shocked he wanted to look more presentable, it's because it came out so easily and boldly; I may have misjudged a lot about Christopher, the town's people may not even know anything about him."Yes.""Why? All of a sudden?" I forced myself to ask."It is not really sudden but..." He paused and turned to the ladies who were leaning closer to hear what he had to say. They both immediately pretended to be busy with other things. "Why don't I explain it to you on the way home?" He suggested and I nodded my approval. From what I've heard, Christopher was very private and didn't mingle with the people at all, but he still made it big as his farm produce was the best in the town and beyond. It was possible that changing his appearance may attract a lot more customers."What kind of dress would you like, miss Crutoe?" The taller woman asked. "A simple dress for your chores and errands, a casual dress for when you have to meet wi
I walked briskly, hand in hand with Cecilia into her house, we both stopped dead in our tracks when we saw the changes, it looked we walked into a very different home.Cecilia left my side and ran around the house, gasping with each new room she entered. Being the guest I was, I made myself comfortable of the brand new sofa, admiring the miraculous transformation of Christopher's house."Do you like it?" My heart jolted when I heard his voice. Why did it? He just came out of his room with a chair and a small basket containing scissors and a few other items I couldn't very well see."It is lovely, very beautiful and most of all, it's neat." I looked him up, he was wearing light sleeping garments, already looking different even before losing the bush on his face... it was clean."The chair is for me to sit and the basket is for you." He said as he put down the chair in the middle of his living room. "Cecilia?!" He called but didn't get any response."Wait, you mean you want me to cut yo