6 The Town
Ah, he must be furious still. If its the room it has been restored magically by Nanny. She went to the breakfast room when Karl didnt answer her call. Nanny said he was at the study all night. He wasn't at home before she fell asleep. Wondering what's keeping her brother these days that he slept at the study, probably dead tired himself.
She needed a breather. "Nanny, tell Karl I went to town. If you need anything let me know." she announced. This summer break is making her nuts. Aside from these strange dreams of a boy she's having, her sleeping habits is lately a major concern, Karl is overly occupied on what? And she and her bestfriend is having marital conversations! Darn if she can even paint something with her mind in chaos. Either she paint the face of her dream boy or the devil himself.
"My child, what would you be doing in town that I cannot do for you?" That's Nanny for you. She is quiet most of the time and rather do all errands. She obeys Master Karl as she call him, but addresses her as The Child than the mistress. Nanny is kind and gentle, but wouldn't disagree with the Master of the House. Ah, her brother needs a wife. She giggled at the thought.
"I just needed some time alone. Window shopping maybe, there might be new books in store." She gave a last bite to her toast and sip her coffee. The sun is up she didn't bother to grab a coat at all. Instead she went for her keys and head to the door.
"Might you be interested for new clothes, my child?" Nanny asked following her outside.
"I've no need Nanny. If I ever buy a dress I think I might find that shop closed the next day if Karl ever knew." And that is a matter-of-fact. There was once an old man running a doll shop who was happy to meet her, he gave her a beautiful porcelain doll. It has curly brown hair and light blue eyes. The old man said it looks just like her. She was so happy until Karl burned her doll to ashes. And she never saw the old man again. His shop closed on her next visit. She went to start the engine.
Nanny sighed as she watch Rick prepare to go. She knew where that bitter answer came from. They could have hidden that doll but she cannot defy the Master. She cannot lie. She knew the fate of the doll but she just can't tell Franchesca to hid it. As she watch Rick drive away, she wondered if she is right to be here. Is she serving the right masters? Is it right to lock her up there? Rick is just a child, yet her fate decided even before she was born. Are they right to defy fate? She shook her head. What was she thinking? She just have to serve this household. She has no right to intervene. With that she turned her heel back to the mansion.
*****
Town is an easy place to be. Unlike the cities she sees on tv, its not full of people rushing everywhere. Well, with all the mountains and the sea surrounding them its not really a question. Almost everybody knows everyone. The thing is, if she'd ever been naughty, either Karl would appear in front of her or she wouldn't even be allowed to be naughty. Like when she cut classes and tried to go to the bar. She didnt even step a foot in. When she looks longingly on dresses or dolls, somebody is sure to shake their head on her. If you think Karl is only a master in the mansion, you are so wrong. Not that they are frightened of him. Its more of pity for me.
She parked her Mini outside the bookstore. Its a cozy one and she love it here. Formerly a Victorian home of the Carter's, it was turned to a book cafe by Madame Carter when her husband and son died in an accident. The old lady actually favors her maybe because she's been in and out of the place since she can read. She rang the bell and a little later a short blond woman appeared behind the counter. Many had assumed that she would leave after the incident as she wasn't from town originally. Mr. Carter met and married her in London. They only went here after she gave birth to their son. Unfortunately five years after father and son died in an accident. And that was the only story she knew about the old lady as that happened like many years ago before she was even born.
"Ah my favorite girl!" greets Mrs. Carter, and gave her a warm smile. As Rick never even met her own mom, and Nanny though gentle was not motherly, Mrs. Carter is more to her than Mar's mom as her mother figure. Mrs. Morteza clearly likes her to be her future daughter-in-law which makes her feel awkward around the lady no matter how kind she is. With Mrs. Carter, besides the books and the sandwiches, she has a mother to confide to. She tells her stories about places and art, and books of romance, history and music. She describes her the cities, the shops, the art galleries and architecture, even pastries! She tells her of her beloved London. Everything except her personal story. Must be painful on the old lady to reminisce the happy times of her family no matter how many years had passed by.
"Have your seat France, I'll bring you the latest bestsellers. I think that you need something apart from all those fantasy novels you've been reading" the lady said thoughtfully as she walked inside the cafe. France. Only Mrs. Carter ever call her that. The later thinks Rick doesn't suit her and would complain on why she was ever given a manly nickname when clearly she is a girl.
She went out to the porch and sat at her favorite corner. Surrounded with bougainvilles and roses, and white fences, she can almost imagine the happy home it used to be. Yes, she dreams of going around the world, with all the cities she have in mind, to even stroll them at night. If the lights really stole the brightness of the moon and the stars. But she love her town nonetheless and she would always come back. That is if she is even allowed to leave.
Something caught her eye like a butterfly flying on a big white rose on the fence. She didn't dare move as she continue to stare, its wings almost transparent, and there is something on it that glitters. Is that thing waving to her? In an instant there seems to be a few dozens of this glittering flying thing that rushed to her and circled her, she was so awed she might have forgotten to breath. They are of different colors and unlike anything she has ever seen before. There's pink and green and purple and yellow, even blue. Her eyes rounded as the white one appeared right in front of her face and blew a kiss on her it showered with glitters. On instinct she closed her eyes and when she opened them, they are gone!
What was that? She looked around her and there is nothing of what she just saw. Just the flowers and fences. She looked down at herself but there is none of the glittery kiss as well. What the hell was that?! She took a stand and was about to search all over when she heard Mrs. Carter's footsteps.
"Have I kept you waiting my dear?"
"Not at all, I was just…"
"Yes?"
"Nothing…" she hesitated, or rather something like a bite on her tongue hit her stopping her from saying anything more. "Oh macarons!" she blurted instead.
"I must have known you'd be dropping by, they just arrived from France. Here, why not read this novel here." Rick received a copy of The Notebook. "It has already become a movie but I assumed you haven't seen it. My husband and I could have been them if it weren't for that dreadful day".
It is the very first time Mrs. Carter had ever mentioned her husband to her. The look on her face is as if it only happened not too long ago. Her heart ached for the old woman, yet she didn't know what to say. Encouraging her to talk might make her nosy and the least she wanted to do is offend the only mother she knew. But keeping shut about it seems she doesnt care. So,
"Its the first time." Was what she could only utter. The old woman took a seat across her and poured some tea.
"Yes. Thinking about them leads to so many regrets on my part, you see, I could have been with them. We could have gone together, or it might not have happened. We could have been here altogether, and the two of us wouldn't have this conversation. I could have had a daughter like you."
"My own folks doesn't seem to own me, so I would really love for you to treat me as your own. You are the only mother figure I have here." She tried to sway the conversation. The hurt in her voice talking about her husband and son clearly shows that she is and never would be over it. She can't bear it, that pain.
It worked. Mrs. Carter smiled at her warmly again. "I wouldn't mind that at all. But do you mean to stay in town for all your life little lady? Don't those books inspire you at all?"
"I do. How I would love to see London for myself" she replied brightly.
"I will leave you to read my dear. If you ever need to fulfill your dreams, you know where to ring that bell."
Was it just her or Mrs. Carter's skin has become fairer? Does she always have pointy ears? She stared at the back of the old lady. She must be hungry, she grabbed a macaron and opened her book.
*****
She needed a breather. "Nanny, tell Karl I went to town. If you need anything let me know." she announced. This summer break is making her nuts. Aside from these strange dreams of a boy she's having, her sleeping habits is lately a major concern, Karl is overly occupied on what? And she and her bestfriend is having marital conversations! Darn if she can even paint something with her mind in chaos. Either she paint the face of her dream boy or the devil himself.
"My child, what would you be doing in town that I cannot do for you?" That's Nanny for you. She is quiet most of the time and rather do all errands. She obeys Master Karl as she call him, but addresses her as The Child than the mistress. Nanny is kind and gentle, but wouldn't disagree with the Master of the House. Ah, her brother needs a wife. She giggled at the thought.
"I just needed some time alone. Window shopping maybe, there might be new books in store." She gave a last bite to her toast and sip her coffee. The sun is up she didn't bother to grab a coat at all. Instead she went for her keys and head to the door.
"Might you be interested for new clothes, my child?" Nanny asked following her outside.
"I've no need Nanny. If I ever buy a dress I think I might find that shop closed the next day if Karl ever knew." And that is a matter-of-fact. There was once an old man running a doll shop who was happy to meet her, he gave her a beautiful porcelain doll. It has curly brown hair and light blue eyes. The old man said it looks just like her. She was so happy until Karl burned her doll to ashes. And she never saw the old man again. His shop closed on her next visit. She went to start the engine.
Nanny sighed as she watch Rick prepare to go. She knew where that bitter answer came from. They could have hidden that doll but she cannot defy the Master. She cannot lie. She knew the fate of the doll but she just can't tell Franchesca to hid it. As she watch Rick drive away, she wondered if she is right to be here. Is she serving the right masters? Is it right to lock her up there? Rick is just a child, yet her fate decided even before she was born. Are they right to defy fate? She shook her head. What was she thinking? She just have to serve this household. She has no right to intervene. With that she turned her heel back to the mansion.
*****
Town is an easy place to be. Unlike the cities she sees on tv, its not full of people rushing everywhere. Well, with all the mountains and the sea surrounding them its not really a question. Almost everybody knows everyone. The thing is, if she'd ever been naughty, either Karl would appear in front of her or she wouldn't even be allowed to be naughty. Like when she cut classes and tried to go to the bar. She didnt even step a foot in. When she looks longingly on dresses or dolls, somebody is sure to shake their head on her. If you think Karl is only a master in the mansion, you are so wrong. Not that they are frightened of him. Its more of pity for me.
She parked her Mini outside the bookstore. Its a cozy one and she love it here. Formerly a Victorian home of the Carter's, it was turned to a book cafe by Madame Carter when her husband and son died in an accident. The old lady actually favors her maybe because she's been in and out of the place since she can read. She rang the bell and a little later a short blond woman appeared behind the counter. Many had assumed that she would leave after the incident as she wasn't from town originally. Mr. Carter met and married her in London. They only went here after she gave birth to their son. Unfortunately five years after father and son died in an accident. And that was the only story she knew about the old lady as that happened like many years ago before she was even born.
"Ah my favorite girl!" greets Mrs. Carter, and gave her a warm smile. As Rick never even met her own mom, and Nanny though gentle was not motherly, Mrs. Carter is more to her than Mar's mom as her mother figure. Mrs. Morteza clearly likes her to be her future daughter-in-law which makes her feel awkward around the lady no matter how kind she is. With Mrs. Carter, besides the books and the sandwiches, she has a mother to confide to. She tells her stories about places and art, and books of romance, history and music. She describes her the cities, the shops, the art galleries and architecture, even pastries! She tells her of her beloved London. Everything except her personal story. Must be painful on the old lady to reminisce the happy times of her family no matter how many years had passed by.
"Have your seat France, I'll bring you the latest bestsellers. I think that you need something apart from all those fantasy novels you've been reading" the lady said thoughtfully as she walked inside the cafe. France. Only Mrs. Carter ever call her that. The later thinks Rick doesn't suit her and would complain on why she was ever given a manly nickname when clearly she is a girl.
She went out to the porch and sat at her favorite corner. Surrounded with bougainvilles and roses, and white fences, she can almost imagine the happy home it used to be. Yes, she dreams of going around the world, with all the cities she have in mind, to even stroll them at night. If the lights really stole the brightness of the moon and the stars. But she love her town nonetheless and she would always come back. That is if she is even allowed to leave.
Something caught her eye like a butterfly flying on a big white rose on the fence. She didn't dare move as she continue to stare, its wings almost transparent, and there is something on it that glitters. Is that thing waving to her? In an instant there seems to be a few dozens of this glittering flying thing that rushed to her and circled her, she was so awed she might have forgotten to breath. They are of different colors and unlike anything she has ever seen before. There's pink and green and purple and yellow, even blue. Her eyes rounded as the white one appeared right in front of her face and blew a kiss on her it showered with glitters. On instinct she closed her eyes and when she opened them, they are gone!
What was that? She looked around her and there is nothing of what she just saw. Just the flowers and fences. She looked down at herself but there is none of the glittery kiss as well. What the hell was that?! She took a stand and was about to search all over when she heard Mrs. Carter's footsteps.
"Have I kept you waiting my dear?"
"Not at all, I was just…"
"Yes?"
"Nothing…" she hesitated, or rather something like a bite on her tongue hit her stopping her from saying anything more. "Oh macarons!" she blurted instead.
"I must have known you'd be dropping by, they just arrived from France. Here, why not read this novel here." Rick received a copy of The Notebook. "It has already become a movie but I assumed you haven't seen it. My husband and I could have been them if it weren't for that dreadful day".
It is the very first time Mrs. Carter had ever mentioned her husband to her. The look on her face is as if it only happened not too long ago. Her heart ached for the old woman, yet she didn't know what to say. Encouraging her to talk might make her nosy and the least she wanted to do is offend the only mother she knew. But keeping shut about it seems she doesnt care. So,
"Its the first time." Was what she could only utter. The old woman took a seat across her and poured some tea.
"Yes. Thinking about them leads to so many regrets on my part, you see, I could have been with them. We could have gone together, or it might not have happened. We could have been here altogether, and the two of us wouldn't have this conversation. I could have had a daughter like you."
"My own folks doesn't seem to own me, so I would really love for you to treat me as your own. You are the only mother figure I have here." She tried to sway the conversation. The hurt in her voice talking about her husband and son clearly shows that she is and never would be over it. She can't bear it, that pain.
It worked. Mrs. Carter smiled at her warmly again. "I wouldn't mind that at all. But do you mean to stay in town for all your life little lady? Don't those books inspire you at all?"
"I do. How I would love to see London for myself" she replied brightly.
"I will leave you to read my dear. If you ever need to fulfill your dreams, you know where to ring that bell."
Was it just her or Mrs. Carter's skin has become fairer? Does she always have pointy ears? She stared at the back of the old lady. She must be hungry, she grabbed a macaron and opened her book.
*****
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