Vivian stated taking Amelia’s hand in hers and leading her to the large veranda outside. “We’ll be cooler out here than in that oven of a house.” She joked.
CHAPTER SIX
Where was her green dress? Turning around in circles Amelia was sure she’d laid it at the foot of her cot, but of course it wasn’t there. Vivian took it a week ago. It had needed to be taken in but had returned it to her just this morning.
Sitting on the edge of her bed she spotted a white box peeking out from under the bed and hurried over to retrieve it. Pulling the top off she revealed a pale blue dress that had almost been forgotten. She had saved for nearly half of the year to buy it and the dress was the only readymade item she owned.
It was pretty with small purple flowers embroidered along the bodice. Opening the back she carefully stepped in pulling it over the slew of ruffles that were part of the crinoline Margaret had passed down to her.
Looking in the mirror she let a small frown cross her features. It was tight but not overly and if she was truthful with herself she’d admit the snug fit was more flattering than anything and she liked the way the layers of the soft silk cascaded down in the back like a waterfall.
Another weekend was upon her and if she was going to spend it with Morgan she needed to feel good about herself. She might even have a good time since Georgia was coming along. Vivian was visiting her sister Elena in Houma so Mr. Bradford had asked that Amelia look after Georgia. He needn’t have asked. She would have seen after her anyway.
Grabbing the brush Amelia pulled it through her hair until it was smooth enough to pull back with her blue ribbon and then dashed to the foyer where she had instructed Georgia to wait. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for forever.” Jumping off the cushions of the couch Georgia took Amelia’s hand. “Is your aunt like you?”
“She’s… different.” Looking down at the small child she couldn’t help but wonder if it was a good idea bringing her along but then what choice did she have?
Their trip down to the other side of the city had been a long one. Georgia seemed to be full of questions, some of them to which she knew the answers and others she hadn’t the faintest idea. Gazing out at the rolling grass valley from the carriage Jordan insisted she use, Amelia found herself nodding mindlessly to words she didn’t even hear.
“How much longer Amelia?” Scooting next to her Georgia peered out the window too. “What are you looking at?”
“Not a thing.” Turning her attention back to where it belonged Amelia patted Georgia’s hand. “What are you looking at?”
“You.” Giggling, Georgia sat back into her seat. “If we have time can we go visit Margaret?”
“I’m not sure Georgia, perhaps.”
Feeling the sudden stop Amelia opened the door and stepped down and out of the carriage, helping Georgia out.
“But we will almost pass it going back. So can we?”
“What… oh… I said I will think about it Georgia.”
Lorraine waved from afar to her niece. She didn’t say that she was bringing the child. She hoped at least she was getting paid for watching the girl when off work. Knowing Amelia like she did Lorraine was sure she wasn’t. Watching as the two came closer into view she let out a sigh of disappointment, who did she think was fooling in that made up frock. She looked like a trollop.
Amelia gave her best smile as she approached noticing the bitter glare directed her way and of course Morgan’s devouring one, but she tried her best to ignore them and stuck the images in the back of her mind for the moment. “Lorraine, Morgan this is Georgia Bradford, Georgia my aunt and friend Morgan.”
“Nice to make your acquaintance.” Georgia had no intention of sitting around with the adults and she’d noticed the welcoming riverbank from her viewpoint in the carriage and she planned to play. “Amelia can I go down to
CHAPTER SIX
Where was her green dress? Turning around in circles Amelia was sure she’d laid it at the foot of her cot, but of course it wasn’t there. Vivian took it a week ago. It had needed to be taken in but had returned it to her just this morning.
Sitting on the edge of her bed she spotted a white box peeking out from under the bed and hurried over to retrieve it. Pulling the top off she revealed a pale blue dress that had almost been forgotten. She had saved for nearly half of the year to buy it and the dress was the only readymade item she owned.
It was pretty with small purple flowers embroidered along the bodice. Opening the back she carefully stepped in pulling it over the slew of ruffles that were part of the crinoline Margaret had passed down to her.
Looking in the mirror she let a small frown cross her features. It was tight but not overly and if she was truthful with herself she’d admit the snug fit was more flattering than anything and she liked the way the layers of the soft silk cascaded down in the back like a waterfall.
Another weekend was upon her and if she was going to spend it with Morgan she needed to feel good about herself. She might even have a good time since Georgia was coming along. Vivian was visiting her sister Elena in Houma so Mr. Bradford had asked that Amelia look after Georgia. He needn’t have asked. She would have seen after her anyway.
Grabbing the brush Amelia pulled it through her hair until it was smooth enough to pull back with her blue ribbon and then dashed to the foyer where she had instructed Georgia to wait. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for forever.” Jumping off the cushions of the couch Georgia took Amelia’s hand. “Is your aunt like you?”
“She’s… different.” Looking down at the small child she couldn’t help but wonder if it was a good idea bringing her along but then what choice did she have?
Their trip down to the other side of the city had been a long one. Georgia seemed to be full of questions, some of them to which she knew the answers and others she hadn’t the faintest idea. Gazing out at the rolling grass valley from the carriage Jordan insisted she use, Amelia found herself nodding mindlessly to words she didn’t even hear.
“How much longer Amelia?” Scooting next to her Georgia peered out the window too. “What are you looking at?”
“Not a thing.” Turning her attention back to where it belonged Amelia patted Georgia’s hand. “What are you looking at?”
“You.” Giggling, Georgia sat back into her seat. “If we have time can we go visit Margaret?”
“I’m not sure Georgia, perhaps.”
Feeling the sudden stop Amelia opened the door and stepped down and out of the carriage, helping Georgia out.
“But we will almost pass it going back. So can we?”
“What… oh… I said I will think about it Georgia.”
Lorraine waved from afar to her niece. She didn’t say that she was bringing the child. She hoped at least she was getting paid for watching the girl when off work. Knowing Amelia like she did Lorraine was sure she wasn’t. Watching as the two came closer into view she let out a sigh of disappointment, who did she think was fooling in that made up frock. She looked like a trollop.
Amelia gave her best smile as she approached noticing the bitter glare directed her way and of course Morgan’s devouring one, but she tried her best to ignore them and stuck the images in the back of her mind for the moment. “Lorraine, Morgan this is Georgia Bradford, Georgia my aunt and friend Morgan.”
“Nice to make your acquaintance.” Georgia had no intention of sitting around with the adults and she’d noticed the welcoming riverbank from her viewpoint in the carriage and she planned to play. “Amelia can I go down to
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