“Isn’t it marvelous! I mean just look at it! It’s stunning!” Miranda paraded around flouncing the skirts and shoving it’s finery down Ella’s throat. “It’s just so…so…EXQUISITE!”
Ella almost vomited at the sheer and utter crassness of Miranda’s priviledge. Ella had just picked out her own gown and she knew it was far less exquisite as Miranda’s, as she was currently alluding to, but nonetheless it was stunning in it’s own regard.
“Well at least I don’t need a gross amount of money hanging from my sleeves to consider myself elegant.” She said under her breath eyeing the Venetian lace that adorned the cuffs.
“What was that?” Miranda snapped, fire glowing behind her eyes.
“I was just commenting on how beautiful the lace is.” Ella lied through grinning teeth. Her smile was fake and tugged at her face in a way that, she thought, must look so contorted and ingenuine Miranda would have guessed her snideness. Fortunately for her Miranda was not as observant as she thought and glowed with the insincere compliment, continuing to prattle on about how rich she was.
“Be careful child!” The words were a verbal slap to the face in her head. “You cannot afford to be on the Carth’s bad side.”
“But Grandmother,” Ella replied silently, cringing slightly still unused to the telepathic link, “She is a stuck up insufferable twit who can do nothing but flaunt how poor I am around to make herself feel better.”
“Bite your tongue.” Her Grandmother’s voice was stern and she knew she had crossed a line. “You know full well her fortune is a fraud, however, the Carths are the most powerful family around. If you lose their favor you lose your societal standing. We cannot have that and you know that.”
“No buts! We have only ever asked one thing of you and this is it.”
“And what if I don’t want to court Magnus Carth?”
“It’s not a matter of what you want! Get that through you thick skull young lady. Magnus is not your problem, your problem is with his snake of a sister. Or have you forgotten I have access to your thoughts?”
“How could I ever forget about the ever constant nagging voice in my head?” Ella rolled her eyes jaw set firmly in disgust.
“Is everything alright, Ella dear?” Miranda raised an eyebrow taking note of her scowl.
“Yes, I’m fine thank you.” Ella answered once again sounding very unconvincing. She straightened herself up slightly putting on a bit of a show as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. “I seem to have a bit of a headache, though. Would you mind terribly if I excused myself to lie down?”
“Of course not my dear sister.” The sneer dripped off of the word as Miranda turned her back on Ella thus excusing her from the rest of the fitting. Rage flowed through her as Ella turned and left the room.
“That two faced, good for nothing TRAMP!” Ella practically screamed in her head half expecting her grandmother to verbally slap her once more, but finally her thoughts were silent. The silence was deafening and for the first time that day, Ella was finally happy.