Dinner. Elena was required at dinner. Did she really have much of a choice? Her clothes had been a mess. Her pants torn, full of dirt and leaves. So she had taken a shower and what did Ms. Emerson bring for her to wear when she redressed her wounds? A formal dress. Of course.
She rolled her eyes as she pulled the dress over head. One of the other servants here must have had it around, but it did fit remarkably well. Forming to her curves. Before she knew it Ms. Emerson had her sitting in front of a vanity and was doing her hair. Elena shot dirty glances at her, getting her all done up, like she was some form of livestock. Honestly, she still felt like she really had much choice.
She was at their mercy and she was frightened. What would they do if she didn't comply? Sure right now Ms. Emerson seemed motherly and kind, but what about the frightening man? What about the rest of them in the house?
When Ms. Emerson finished, she stood Elena up and gave her a twirl, smiling at her handiwork. Jackson surely wouldn't be able to help but be attracted to this. Surely her beauty would soften his heart, and lessen the pounding headache she had.
"Okay come, come now. We mustn't be late." She smiled and took Elena by the hand leading her out of the room and through the halls into a huge dining room. The dining room had a long table like she had seen in movies and was gloriously decorated with candlesticks and silver. Everything had been made to be perfect, there was even some music playing in the background. "Please, try and be kind dear. I know you're frightened, but he is easily angered. Please?"
With those words she parted, leaving Elena standing in the door way. Smoothing down her yellow gown, her heart pounding, she took very slow steps toward the table.The man who had screamed at her before and had informed her she couldn't leave was already sitting at the head of it and there was a place set to his right. Her heels clicked softly on the ground, as she nervously pushed her flowing brunette curls away from her face.
Swallowing back her fear a bit, her heart pounding out of her chest, she finally made it to the chair. She wasn't sure what to do though. Should she just sit? Wait for permission? Her mind was racing, her hands fidgeting and just ended up standing there looking at him awkwardly, trying to hide the fear in her eyes.
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