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~April 15th, 1912~
Jane had brought me the morning paper as she took my breakfast plate, and as I read, I saw something that would change the course of my life Forever.
It was all a blur in my head. Titanic. Unsinkable. Death. Much Death.
But one thought was the one I heard more clearly than all the others:
Go to her, Lavinia…
~Half an Hour Later~
When I heard that Elizabeth had taken to running away from her home in grief, I had known exactly where she had gone:
The Grantham Gates.
Elizabeth Grantham and her family has always been kind to me, and Elizabeth and I had been the best of friends for many years. And The Grantham Gates, at the most remote part of Grantham Estate, where she lived, had been our secret meeting place for all those years. A large brook ran in front of the peak on which the gates stood, with many wildlife frolicking about there. Her brother and father would often hunt there with their dogs…
But now, only her father would.
When I came to her, I saw she was dressed in the customary mourning attire.
She had a pleated skirt, a matching black top, her finest pearls strung around her neck, and her hair decorated with an exquisite ribbon
“Oh Elizabeth! My deepest sympathies go to you, your family, and your brother up in Heaven with our Lord.”
I tried my very best to act deeply saddened, as I was, but I could never be as sad as how Elizabeth was.
“Leave me, Elizabeth. Richard was my brother, and you should not be grieving for his loss of presence, nor my sadness. I seek peace at these gates on my estate, and I firmly direct you to depart from them.”
“That I cannot do, Elizabeth. I need to be here with yo-”
“No you don’t! Have you ever lost somebody you DEPEND on for your life! My brother was the heir of this estate! Now, there is no male to take over the title, like the law provides. Do you know how horrid that is? How hopeless it makes you feel?”
“Actually, I do.” I replied coldly, “I know how hopeless it can feel, and I know how horrid it can absolutely be.”
Another tear trickled down Elizabeth’s cheek, “I’m so sorry Lavinia, I mispoke, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way!”
“It is fine, you are excused. I should know, grief makes you say the things you would never mean.”
And with that, I left Elizabeth, and her heir-less estate, with the thought of my father up in heaven with God.
~May 15th, 1912~
One month after the tragic Titanic memorial in our small little town of Windsor, I received notice that William Rochester, cousin in Robert Rochester, my sister’s new fiance. The annual Windsor feast had been canceled and replaced with the Titanic memorial dinner, so thankfully, I never got to meet, nor did I hope to.
Jane had told me that Beatrice had picked out my dress, a floral one with a red ribbon sash and multiple tiers, quite against my personal style, but I was grateful that it was nothing of the sort of poofy dresses that Beatrice picked out for herself on frequent shopping trips…
And then, as I strolled out to our garden, I saw him.
His delicate features resembled nothing of Robert Rochester, which I thanked the Lord for, and he looked…
But I knew, the true test of handsomeness, was what lay in the heart. I was eager to pry into his true colors, and take a close look at whether or not he truly was ugly inside.
“How do you do, Lady Parkington?” He inquired politely.
“Quite well, Mr.Rochester. What business have you come for in the Parkington Estate?”
“Well, I must admit that my brother sent me to you.”, he blushed.
“And let me guess, it has something to do with those flowers in your hand?”
I saw him almost chuckle, but I didn’t mean it as a joke…I suppose.
“Here, Lady Parkington,”he handed me the gorgeous bouquet.
“Please, call me Lavinia. I absolutely hate to stutter on all those titles and such..”I had hoped I didn’t sound stupid.
“Then, in that case, I shall call you Lavinia, and you may call me William.”
“Well then Thank you William.”
“You’re welcome Lavinia.”
“Your garden is beautiful,” he commented.
“Oh, well, it’s more of my mother’s. She began to plant it after my father-” I stopped.
His eyes softened for me, because I had a feeling he knew what I was referring to.
“After my father passed from influenza.”
“I’m sorry Lavinia. Truly.”
He grasped my hand in his, making my heart flutter unexpectedly.
“But look at those blooms. If they can make it through the hard winter, and still come back in the spring, then so can we.”
“Yes, I suppose so, William. I suppose so.”
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I hope you enjoyed…..
~Sam and Dolls