Mr. Durham had his fiftieth birthday celebration. It was a milestone achievement into old age for someone with so much wealth and over seven children with different mothers. It wasn't anything new. I was—Obviously not very not invited.I knew how those always events planned out, I used to help serve every time there was an event at the Gallagher household. People would arrive extravagantly dressed up and powder faced. Socialize for a bit, more like comparing wealth and achievements. They would then gather around the piano for entertainment. Playing piano pieces composed by Oliver Shaw, Thomas Moore. Most of the time they just repeated the same songs like "Coming through the Rye," "Annie Laurie," "Old Dan Tucker" and "Oh, Susannah."... I had them all memorized by head.After their piano sessions they would eat because what's a party without a big meal. They would socialize and simultaneously find slaves to make a banter about or look for a slave to be angry at. The theme never got old

Lady Tracy asked for my measurements the other day. I honestly did not pay much attention to it. Now, here I was wearing the most beautiful dress, I had ever had in my whole entire existence. It must have cost a lot of money and Lady Tracy did not work for free. I thought she was using me as a mannequin until she told me that it was entirely mine for a date."I did not know I had a date?""Elliot paid me his weeks pay. He said he wanted to do something nice for you. He also asked for a day off on your behalf."No one has ever done anything so nice and considerate for me.The fact that Elliot had sacrificed his week's pay just so I could stand here wearing such a elegant dress.. it baffled me. He loves me, I should love him back. I really want to try and return the love he gives me. I want to get to know him more.. basically I want to give this all a try."You look really pretty." Mary said genuinely, it made me feel actually pretty. I did not feel that way all the time in fact rarely.

It was like a game, a game that left me petrified with fear and excitement. A game that made my heart want to jump out of my rib cage. I would lie awake at night replaying everything... I really did that? I really had the guts to do such. The worst of it all is, I did not even feel the least bit guilty.-"Mary, Liam wants to walk the dog today." Master William said during breakfast."Liam did not say that." Mary rudely replied."Liam, don't you want to walk the dog to Oliver's house?""Yes yes yes please dad!" Liam replied eagerly. "Rosy could play with Oliver's dog as well.""See.. he said he wants to walk the dog and he certainly can't walk the dog by himself." Master William said giving Mary a dirty glare. You may be asking yourself where Lady Tracy went off to? Well there was an upcoming wedding in London. She was absolutely honored to be called over to see the design that the bride required. Master William had not treated me badly.. not even a little bit at all. Infact, when I w

Slave weddings weren't anything fancy. Infact William's father was not pleased. He kept yelling at me saying, what's wrong with the slaves from the Gallagher plantation and that I'm shameless for marrying the Cunningham's slave. He was a man with pride and I suppose there was a bit of bad blood between the two families. Most probably because the Cunningham's were somewhat better. They paid their workers and this got slaves from other families/plantations to start talking.From my own knowledge, I knew that slave weddings were often discouraged but slave owners only allowed this because it kept male slaves grounded. If a slave had a family or love interest, they would be less likely to run off. Another reason was Masters wanted the women slaves to bear children. The more children born, then the money the master could make off the family. Many of the children were sold, in most cases never to see their biological parents again. Women who were fertile were often the ones who sold the bes

Elliot had showed me his room at the Cunningham commune. He shared it with someone else but because today was a 'special' night; they offered to give the wedded couple space. I say this with so much bitterness but I know Elliot does not deserve this. He deserves better, he has been nothing but honest and kind to me."Are you afraid?" He asked because I was just seated stiff on his bed fiddling my hands."Yes... a tad bit.""Don't be, I will be very gentle. Although I have never been with a woman before. I'm very excited."William was right, wasn't he always?"You can remove your clothes and get in the blankets." He said. I did not understand, William always made sure I was wet first by touching my breasts, kissing me and so many other things. I removed my dress and undergarments letting them fall to the floor. I felt self conscious but I didn't seem to care much about what he thought. I was more self conscious with Will but as we did it more and more.. I thought less of it.Elliot see