by Charli Charles

Created on: October 28, 2010

Elizabeth looked out of the dust smeared window in her cabin, although it was an executive suite paid by her fiancé, all she could feel was emptiness. She had been travelling on the sea for many months and she regretted ever convincing her mother to keep Nettie behind and send her along with her cousin to America. Elizabeth had heard of America many times from her cousins, starting the trip, she had been full of unabashed excitement but now, all she could see was water, grey clouds and ever so rarely, sea animals. Ever since her travel had struck into the third month, Elizabeth had dinner alone in her cabin while her cousin, Andrea, accompanied by her fiancé went down the executive dining room for entertainment, food and delight.

            A month later, Elizabeth was in the little town called Berkeley living in her uncle’s house with the housekeeper, Mrs. Cartwright and the cook, Nanny Anna. Her boredom had diffused into curiosity. Two days before her last diary entry, she had still been in the big tiresome boat looking into the deep. But now, she was settled in a comfortable bedroom reading some fascinating books.

“Beth, Beth” Elizabeth’s uncle shouted from the down floor of the fifteen roomed mansion.  

“Coming, uncle” she shouted back and slid off the king-sized to place her tiny feet in the rose pink bedroom slippers she had been given when entering the house.

“You called for me uncle” she said going into the study to see him reading a newspaper with his spectacles on.

“Yes, Elizabeth,” He said clearing his throat, “A business friend of mine, Mr. Landy is holding a welcoming party for you in his house. I’ll need you to prepare for the party, we go in three hours”

“Yes uncle” She curtsied calmly and climbed back to her room when he bid her to leave. She was used to being told what to do; her mother and grandmother had never faulted in the department of controlling her life whenever it pleased them. They had gotten her engaged to a demon hearted man by the name of Baron Earlingham and refuse the man her heart so desired and had given into. Pretending to be happy had never been difficult to Elizabeth, as she had lived her life in pretence and under the watch of her family. She made friends with the high-class ladies or as Nettie liked to say, ‘tea-cup ladies’. She joined their association

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