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Speechless Part 5
by LeeLeeS (no login)
I know your thinking, FINALLY! i'm sorry this took so long, i've been having writer's block lately, but here ya go. Note: this is just a filler chapter. thanks for the feedback it really means alot, and well, read on...
"Mother, look! That's it!" Chelsea-Lynn motioned to a a burgundy colored fabric high in the corner. The Salem Reel was fast approaching, less than two weeks away. The three women were standing before piles and piles of loose fabrics, each daughter having to choose one for her gown.
The merchant pulled the roll of fabric down to show Chelsea-Lynn as Isabella wandered around still unsure. She had seen every type of fabric possible, every color possible but all seemed completely bland to her. Her sister, having no trouble whatsoever, was already thinking of patterns for her burgundy gown.
"Isabella, have you decided yet?"
"No mother."
"Well you must choose wisely, your task is to find a suitor, not frighten them to their wits." Marlena's voice remained casual as she spoke, it is a posibbility that was what frightened Isabella so.
"Mother!"
"Isabella, you are almost of 18 and without a suitor, let alone a husband. Even Chelsea-Lynn is preparing, your father and I cannot support you 'till death." Those words struck her just like they were meant to. Feeling her eyes gain warmth from the supressed tears, she turned herself away from her mother. She was right, at 18 she should've already had her first born.
"-- you will assist me at the seamstress's." Hope took his offered hand as she stepped off the carraige.
"-but--"
"Shawn-Douglas, you will listen to me." She stepped aside as he opened teh door for her and stepped through, "Marlena!"
The two women at the front counter turned about with smiles on their faces. Chelsea-Lynn eyed Shawn-Douglas as he greeted them.
He hadn't seen her since that day at the Black Plantation. As he casually turned his head, he caught her staring at him.
"Isabella, say hello to Mrs.Brady and Shawn-Douglas." Abiding her mother she took several steps up to them.
"You look lovely today, Mrs.Brady." Hope smiled back at Isabella as she turned to greet her son, "Shawn-Douglas, I haven't seen you about."
Her eyes spoke for themselves as she stared at him waiting for a response for her question. His eyes narrowed in on hers as if attempting to unsurface something, she had gotten paler, he could tell by the slight redness of her eyes she was holding back tears. "Are you well, Miss Isabella?"
Hope furiously scolded, "Shawn-Douglas, how dare you assume such a thing." Facing Isabella she began apologizing only to be halted.
"No need, Mrs.Brady. I am suddenly feeling quite feverish." Her eyes locked with her mother's, "If you'll excuse me."
With Isabella outside, and the two matriarchs in their own gossip, that left Shawn with Chelsea-Lynn. "Have choosen the material for your gown at of yet?"
Excitement churned in her eyes as she let him feel the lace in which she had chosen. As he stared at the dark burguny color, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander outside. Sitting in the carraige, she was content with just staring at her hands.
"This will look lovely on you Miss Chelsea-Lynn." Handing her back the roll he motioned outside, "Excuse me, but I feel as though I should apologize."
As if sensing him approach, she spoke, "No need to apologize, Shawn-Douglas."
"What has gotten over you?" His eyes were full of concern as the creases in his forehead only emphasized his feelings.
"Do you ever think of taking a wife?"
If it had been any other girl he would've thought she was hinting toward something. But Isabella had a different nature, there was always hidden meaning behind her words; and they were seldom what was assumed. Deciding to take another approach he tilted his head and grinned at her evenly. "I would like a wife, and if they're so grand, I would like two or three."
Her mouth fell slightly ajar as she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Why any lady would submit herself to marrying the likes of you, is beyond me."
"It's called humor, my dear." He rested one arm on the side of the carraige and just took in her.
Feeling uncomfortable as he stared, she began shifting about in her seat. His eyes were playful, it was as if he was laughing at her inwardly. "Well if marraige must consist of humor like yours, then I would rather satisfy my sisters wishes and become an old maid."
"Do what you may, it is no one's loss but your own."
The way that he had said it was what bothered her. He seemed so sure and confident as the words left his mouth, she just felt the urge to go go find the nearest lad and marrying him just to prove him wrong.
Sensing her anger he chose to avoid that subject, "So tell me Isabella are you looking forward to the Reel?"
"Quite so," she smiled then added with a raised eyebrow, "But be rest assured I will stay away from the likes of you whenever possible."
"Dare I assume why?"
Marlena watched they're exchange from within, unsure of what she was seeing. John had been right after all. There had been something there. As her motherly instinct took over she turned to make sure Chelsea-Lynn wasn't seeing what was right before her.
"Mother, wouldn't this suit Isabella?" Chelsea-Lynn held a golden fabrid before her, so naive. She would still love her sister, but the bond would surely be broken.
Marlena nodded her head approvingly as she saw Isabella stand up with a look of fury on her face.
"Move aside, Shawn." She had to grit her teeth as she spoke afraid she would end up screaming in his face. He stood right at the door of the carraige with that devious smile on his face.
"Under one condition--"
"And what would that be?"
"That you will reserve a spot on your dancecard for me."
"I'm sorry, but it seems to already be full." The mock disappointment was evident on her face as she tried to nudge him away from her exit.
"Well then I believe you are just going to have to make room, now aren't you?" Stepping aside he offered her a hand but she turned away from it.
"Not for a manipulative--" It was then that the hoop of her frock caught onto the wheel of the carraige. Her eyes widened in horror knowing that behind her, Shawn-Douglas must've had the most ridiculous smile playing on his lips.
Without hesitation he reached down and freed her from the carraige, "I will be looking forward to our dance."
A couple of indecisive sounds left her mouth but, nothing comprehensible as she glared at him. Turning away she left him still with that arm resting on the carraige. As his hands stroked his chin the laughter in which he'd been supressing errupted from him.
"--it works perfectly with your skin tone, Isabella. Do you like it?" Chelsea-Lynn practically shoved the yards of fabric into her sister's arms without waiting for a reply.
Her sister seemed so set on it, Isabella didn't have the heart to inform her that she hated the color. Instead she smiled, "It's perfect."
"Oh, I knew you'd like it--"
Returning from outside Shawn, stood next to his mother, "And what are you ladies up to now? More frocks and what-not I presume."
The three women were surrounding Isabella each holding the fabric to her skin, thinking of the posibilities. Hope winked at her, "The men will simply be flocking to you." Turning to Shawn, she looked at him with a knowing smile, "Isn't that so, Shawn-Douglas?"
Returning his mother's look, he nodded simply, Not if I have any word in it.
