Thread: An Arranged Marriage (Blair and Google)

Violet stared in the floor length mirror at herself, her head tilted to the side just enough to let her dangling pear earring touch her bare shoulder. She stood in only a strapless pale blue, lace bra and matching panties. Her Blonde hair spilled down her back in waves, all the way to curve of her behind. For some reason, she was requested to leave it down, but she didn't think twice about it. Her maid was bringing up her dress, something that had been a mystery for longer than a month, to her room in just a few moments. Violet's hands slid over her slim stomach and hips, feeling the excitement tense up in her muscles. Just a few months ago, she was told she would never have a birthday ball. It would be impossible due to her father losing his position at his job to a younger man, leaving them with only their old manor that had been passed down from generation to generation, and even that was falling apart... Only one maid was left in the manor, and that was Lily, an older woman who stayed for loyalty and a lack of a place to go if she were to actually leave. Lily, a plump older maid, walked through the door with a large dress bag in her arms and a look on her face that told Violet that Lily was using a fake excitement to hide a very different emotion. Lily had always been protective over Violet, especially since it had been very obvious through Violet's childhood that she was not the main priority of her parents lives. Well, at least they did not go out of their way to make her think otherwise. And even though the maid was protective of Violet, it was more toward her feelings. And right now, Lily was trying her best not to frighten the newly eighteen-year-old girl with a startled expression, though it was difficult. Unzipping the bag, Lily revealed a pure, snow white dress. It was strapless and sweetheart shaped at the top, lined with millions of tiny pearls. When Violet slid it on and had Lily zip it in the back, she noticed by looking in the mirror that it was slightly low cut, and it definitely hugged every curve she had. The only pure things about the dress was the color, and the decency to be floor-length. Although, the slit that went to her hip rivaled that thought. Violet didn't question the color of the dress, thinking that her father just wanted to advertise her as a pure girl, something that she would definitely not put past him if it came to getting a man to marry her. Walking down the stair case, she entered the entry way of the ball room to find every one already in the main room. Their chatter was hushed, and it was already quite obvious that Violet was being left out of a very important part of the plans of the evening. Her father came out of no where, wearing his nicest tux, and held his arm out for her. His expression was cold as he lifted her arm to loop through his, and her mother handed her flowers. Her mother didn't make eye contact with her, but it was evident she had been crying before hand. Father, what is going on? Violet demanded, trying to jerk her arm away. She looked up at him with defiance, even when he held her arm with force. Her blue eyes searched his with confusion and a slight panic. What is going on?! Her father looked down at her and arched an eyebrow. His voice came out low and cold. Your wedding is waiting for you.