Chapter 9
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" I storm into my room, fuming. Tess jumps and accidently shatters a compact mirror in her hand. "You clumsy, vile-" Tess's eyes blur with tears, "I was worried." Liar. And I say that to her. "You yourself told me, oh and let me quote, He's awfully nice and funny. He's brave and daring too!" She winces. "Look, that stable owner that you stole the horse from? Well he was chasing after you. With a pitchfork. He looked really angry, you can't imagine how much. I-I, I wanted people that won't harm you to get their first before him. Oh Clara, the whole village thought it was Alex's fault." I soften, although I don't remember being chased or seeing a pitchfork. "It sort of was." Tess's eyes widen. "It was both your faults." "Nah, he told me to steal it. I kind of followed him." "The whole village is against him. He's in a mighty lot of trouble, Clara." My face drowns in worry. For Alex. "Phew. At least I won't get in trouble." Tess suddenly looks extremely angry. "How can you be so selfish? Poor Alex-" "No, that sounded wrong. It's not how it seem-" Tess whirls around to face me, eyes dancing with a weird rage. "I'm telling Alex what you just said!" "Huh, what? NO!" I grip her wrist. "What is up with you lately?"She stiffens before her shoulders slump. "Sorry. Tired." I smirk. "Lamest excuse ever Tessie-Bessie." "Carla-barla."
After a pillow fight, clean up of escaping hens feathers from inside the pillows and very un-lady-like giggling, we finally fall onto the furry, plush carpets scattered across the floor. "You heard about the spring ball?" Tess's eyes steam up. She loves this kind of stuff, always hoping to find her Mr Rochester. "What ball?" "It's to celebrate the start of spring." I lean in closer. "Actually, I think my dad's just using it as an excuse to get the peasants and villagers on his good side." Tess stares at me, mouth gaping. "So the rich and poor are going to mix? Royalty and slaves?" I gnaw at my lip, guilty. "Yeh, sort of. You can call it that. Well, my dad's hired a separate room for the poor and a grand hall for the, well, rich." She tucks her hair behind her ear, angrily. "Jolly well disrespectful, they think we're below them-" I cut her off. "I know your not. Besides, your coming to the grand hall with all the royals. A perfect excuse to shop till we drop, trust me Tess, you'll look every ounce royalty." A blush tints her already rosy cheeks. "Wow Clara... I, well, I..." She hugs me tight and I clasp her back. She's way better than any other sniffy, rich girl. AHEM. Gloria.
"Oh and tell Alex to come too. He can't come to the grand hall wearing servant clothes!"
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