That morning she woke before sunrise. She got up from her bed and stretched her arms up towards the painted ceiling; the flowers, birds and vines above her. She brushed her long, curly locks which were almost the same shade as honey.
Her eyelids still felt a little heavy and she could help but yawn and wipe her eyes. Yet she smiled to the mirror while bent down to wash the sleep from her eyes with some cool water cupped in her hands.
After drying her face she pulled the satin rope hanging next to her bed. She could almost hear the twinkle of the tiny bell few floors down. Her maid came right away up the stairs and soon she heard a knock on her door.
“Come in”, she said while she sat down on her bed side. The door opened and then there were two women in the room, she and her dark haired servant, who ran straight away to the closet on the other side of the room. The heavy wooden doors were opened and her dress of the day was hanging on the inside of the other door.
The maid lifted the dress and laid it down on the bed, next to the lady. Then she went to get the shoes laid down on the floor next to the closet. She helped lady to get into the dress, closed the small buttons on the back of the dress and straightened the skirt.
Her hair was put up and a little make up was added, not that she needed it in my opinion. When the maid exited I was waiting on the hallway.
I knocked on the door and she opened for me with a bright smile on her face. It warmed my heart, nothing more to say.
“I’m not that hungry, Darrel, but thank you”, she said with a kind tone on her voice. She stepped a bit to the left and I rolled my food trolley into her room. I stopped it near the table and went to open the curtains to let some light in. She sat down and watched me doing my work.
“M’lady, is there something you need?”, I asked and forced a smile on my face. She smiled back and I can promise that my heart stopped for a moment. For that second my smile was real.
“Not really”, she said and shook her head gently. She looked out of the window and sighed. The day was beautiful, sun shined up in the sky and everything was good. But I’m sure I could see a little tear in the corner of her eye.
“You look beautiful”, I said it finally out loud, almost chocking on my words. She looked at me, and I could have done anything to have her to keep. Hold her into the night close. In my mind I promised to God that if he would let me do that I’d never hurt her. I’d give her anything she was seeking, go to the ends of the world for her happiness.
In the back of my head I knew he wouldn’t do it. She looked at the clock, got up from her chair and in an hour she walked up the aisle. I stood there, and at least now I thank her for not making it any harder than it already was.