• Willow's avenge

    CHAPTER 1

    Willow sat up in her bed. She had waken up from a bad dream just a few seconds ago, but the dream was already fading away. She was happy, though, it was an awful dream.
    She quickly put her clothes on and went to join her father for breakfast. «Hello, father. How are you today?»
    «I'm fine, thank you. Why don't you have a seat? I have something I need to talk to you about.»
    Willow got a little worried. Life hadn't been great since her mother died three years ago, and her father didn't earn much money. She sat down, and let her father speak.
    «Willow, do you know Alexander, the priest's oldest son?»
    «Yes father, I've met him once or twice. How so?»
    “Well, I talked to him yesterday, and it seems he wants to meet with you tonight.” “Tonight?,” Willow asked. “But tonight is the night of the ball! And Alexander is always invited!” “Yes, well, he wants to take you. Willow, dear, you should feel honoured that a man like him wants to be with you. I think you should go.” Mister Miller's three oldest daughters were already married, and Willow was the only one who still lived with him. “I think it is about time you got a family. You're 20, and your sister, Catherine, was only seventeen when she got her first son.”
    She sometimes got tired of her father's nagging, but Alexander was one of the wealthiest man in the town. He was also charming, but known to be a little brutal. “I'll go dad, and I promise I'll look as good as I can.” The annual dance was important for the aristocrats in town. It was held in October, to celebrate good harvest, and was where the young men used to propose to their ladies.

    CHAPTER TWO

    Willow searched through the old chest with her mother's clothes. She was looking for a dress that her mother wore at a dinner with the former priest. Mrs. Miller had been an attractive woman, and many men had proposed to her before she had found Mr. Miller, including the priest's son, who was now the priest.
    The dress was a fair blue decorated with floral patterns, and was a beautiful sight. Willow's grandmother had made it herself for that occasion, and now Willow wanted to wear it for the ball. She planned on redoing it a bit, because she was not as tall as her mother used to be. One of the maids were to do her hair, and Alexander was supposed to pick her up in a chariot.

    There it was. The pretty dress was hidden almost at the bottom of the chest, and Willow had to dig past many dresses to find it. She carried it carefully to her chamber and tried it on. It fit her perfectly, except that it was a little long. She cut it up and tried it again, this time it was really great. Alexander wasn't supposed to pick her up before in two hours, but she called for the maid who was supposed to do her hair.
    After 10 minutes, Willow walked down to her father. “Oh, Willow, you look stunning!” Mr. Miller seemed touched to see his daughter so grown up and beautiful as she was at that moment. They spent the next hour and a half in front of the fire, exchanging memories about their wife and mother. Then, suddenly, a maid came in announcing the arrival of Alexander.
    By the time she got into the chariot, her father had wished her a good trip three times. He almost started crying, but managed to keep it in, at least until they left.
    “Good day, Willow. You look as beautiful as always.” Alexander's face lit up when she sat next to him, and they barely stopped talking the entire ride.
    When they got to the ballroom, Alexander carefully kissed her hand and her cheek. She blushed, and held his hand as they walked in.