The garden is as beautiful as I imagined and bigger than I could imagine. It's fortunate that I got out the way I did, because if I had decided to get through the garden to get out, I would have been easily found out and passed out in the maze-like garden the next morning, all exhausted.
Speaking of, I don't remember how I ended up back at the mansion when I had been at the cafe...
But there is no time to think of that because my mother has arranged for me to meet the supposed fiance, the one and only womanizer of the scene- Jonathan Richardson. From what my mother told me, he is a good-looking man in his 30's. His mother had died at childbirth and since then, he had been raised as the treasure of the family and named heir of the family legacy. Unfortunately for the family, he has grown to be pampered and arrogant although he apparently has some type of charm that woos most upperclass ladies into swooning for him.
Clearly, my mother doesn't trust him. She made the arrangements clearly vigilant of his reputation. The meeting was arranged in the garden, with many servants around. My clothes were chosen for me as something not too provocative or tempting, but enough to show that I am a well loved and respected lady. Which basically means she dressed me in what I could only describe as something Queen Elizabeth II would wear (RIP QUEEN). I certainly felt like royalty, especially with the jewelry she adorned me out in.
Sipping my tea and staring out into the garden with my thoughts, I feel the familiar feeling of being watched. My instincts became alert and I was carefully observant. There was something odd about the words my mother had said earlier... She had found someone to watch me from the shadows? They must be hidden in the bushes somewhere or maybe on a tree watching right now. It's unsettling.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of incoming guests. I got up to greet them as per protocol or procedure or whatever. That's when I saw not one guy, but a group of 3. One young girl, dressed as girly as you can imagine in frills and hair vibrant pink with bouncy curls. She clung onto the arm of a guy who looked double her age. Blonde, white suit, green eyes and weirdly attractive stubble. Not my type but he looked ok, kind of what an attractive divorced dad would look like. I think I understand the charm appearance wise but we will see. Besides him is another guy, more arrogant in his demeanor. His eyes are cold and condescending. Didn't even seem to look at me but rather at the gardens.
Purple hair is unusual for someone in high society. His eyes looked distant. As if he was thinking of something so very sad. He was definitely younger than the blonde one. He had more delicate facial features. Very beautiful and enchanting. But in an instant, perhaps sensing my gaze, he looked at me and seemed to roll his eyes.
I could only hope my face also only showed a poker face because his attitude was irritating me. Who invited him anyways?
As they approached, the bubbly girl hurriedly called out, "Cousin!!! Wow, I am soooo happy to meet you at last. Aunt and Uncle were looking for you for so long. I can't wait to get to know you better!!!"