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Chapter 2:
Meeting of Consequence
As usual when a dinner party is to be held, the house was in a chaotic state. The servants were bumbling around my mother, like bees buzzing around their queen, asking which dishes she'd wish to serve for the evening. Little Cynthia was crawling around like a little worm, giggling as she shuffled across the room. I smiled endearingly, watching my little explorer observing every aspect of the drawing room as though each piece of furniture was a wonderful treasure. I scooped her up in my arms, and whispered to her, "Look at Mama my little Fairy," I cooed, "Does she not look as frightful as a goblin queen?" My sister, though not understanding, laughed enthusiastically, which caused me to fall into a giggling fit.
"And what, pray tell, is so amusing to you dear Claire?" I ceased my giggles, and gazed at my mother, who's face was colored pink with frustration. I shrugged, "Merely how you go about planning a small dinner party as though it were a war strategy." My father stifled a laugh; my mother looked at him crossly, which then he coughed, and resumed his reading, though traces of his amusement were still etched into his face. My mother sighed, " Well I wouldn't be so stern if you'd at least assist me!"
 Arteamisia · Wed Feb 02, 2011 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
