Once a storm has seized, the dust settles and the calm begins once more. It marks new beginnings, a world of possibility.
Recently, my best friend Lizzy answered my invitation and came to pay me a visit. I got to share with her my dreams, show her my accomplishments.
As the lady of the apartment, I am in charge of its daily upkeep. Since we are not wealthy, I do my own housework. While this would bother many, you won’t hear a complaint from me. All the chores I do now are no different than those I did back home, the only thing that changed was the number of people I have to look over; when I lived with my parents, I was in charge of controlling and maintaining six siblings. Being used to doing a lot of work in little
time, I often have leisure time like most of the ladies in high society.
During these moments to myself, I find myself walking along the garden on our terrace. I pride myself on my ability to trim and nourish the plants to full bloom. They are my children. the exercise I get from doing these activities far exceed the workout I’d receive at a gym.
Sometimes when I’m on these walks, my landlord, the horrible mistress to the Bloomingdale’s fortune joins me if she has no other company. I don’t mind this at all. She is very generous and respectable; more often than not she waives our rent in lieu of Mr. Collin’s managing her properties and doing her taxes. As another reward, she invited us over to her penthouse suite on average twice a week, where she has her private chef cook for us. The food is exquisite!
While there isn’t much to praise, there isn’t much to complain about. I think that after seeing my life, Elizabeth regrets not accepting Mr. Collins. Oh well, it is her loss.
Lately we’ve been getting along better and better. Maybe this won’t be a loveless marriage after all.
Have your choices ever surprised you? I know mine have.
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