Charlotte

Rose came running into the dining area with a gleeful smile.  

“She's busy,” Rose said and began to walk away. 

“Get back here young lady!” I said holding the cold glass milk bottle closer to my nose. Rose slowly walked back into the large room. 

“Yes?” Rose fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke. 

“You’re terrible at lying. Can you go ask her again?” I said more like a command than a question. 

“No,” Rose said simply and began to walk away. 

“If she won't come to me. I'll just have to go to her,” I unwillingly stood up holding the glass bottle tighter. I made my way to the garden and sat next to Hellen. Hellen turned away from me slightly and continued to weave flowers with each other. We sat there for five minutes of complete silence. 

“I can't take this anymore!” I turned towards Hellen. “I'm sorry for trying to change Charles’s mind about me! He is just so annoying. Please forgive me! I'll get on my knees and beg if I must! You’re my friend and it's hard to find kind people like you in this world. Just please forgive me!” Hellen began to chuckle a bit. 

“You think that’s why I'm mad?” Hellen spoke she kept her eyes off me focusing on her weaving. “You know what? I'm sick and tired of you just walking around thinking that you're better than everyone! I had to watch my brother die! I had to sail to America! I didn’t come here to prance around kissing babies!” Hellen stood up and stared me straight in the eyes. 

“I came here to protect my family! So that way, I wouldn’t have to deal with people like you!” Hellen screamed at me. I wiped some spit off my face. 

“I-I didn’t do anything th-though,” My voice slightly broke as I spoke.  

“Oh! You did everything wrong! You know how hard it is to find love! And you come over prancing around thinking you can steal my chance at it away from me!” Hellen ripped the milk bottle out of my hand as she screamed and threw it on the ground in anger. I heard it shatter and felt small bits of glass land on my shoes. 

“I can't do anything about you loving Edmund. It’s a—an a—arranged marriage,” I said looking down at my glass-covered shoes. I felt a tear drop down my face. 

“I could care less about that Turner!” She screamed. Then suddenly Hellen’s face turned pale as her eyes filled with a mix of worry and realization. She stood up straight and sat beside me again. “I am so sorry Charlotte.”  

I realized I'd had tears flowing down my face, staining my dress. I quickly wiped my tears. I felt something suddenly grip my shoulders. I looked up to see Hellen. She pulled me into a hug. 

“I'm so sorry. I don't think I’ve ever gotten this fed up with stupid boy drama before,” Hellen put her head on my shoulder letting me go from the hug. “It's James. Delilah’s brother. That’s who I was talking about. It turns out he likes you,” Hellen mumbled. 

“James?” I question my tone being suddenly lightened and disgusted at the same time. 

“Yeah. Jealousy took the best of me.” 

“James?!” I felt Hellen’s head nod once again. “Ew! He's like a brother to me! That’s disgusting! I think I might vomit,” Hellen and I both giggled together for the first time in days.