"Don't Judge Me. You'll Get It Wrong."

 Meredith was pleased, her friend was happy and so was she. Hopefully her mother would not find out. That woman would faint if she even heard a glimpse of what had happened today. She would probably send Meredith out with thousands of escorts!

 They walked into the small room and she sat down on the wooden chairs, as Samire started to prepare tonights supper for the family. 

 “Would you like me to escort you to your room, Meredith?” questioned Samire, secretly smiling inside.

 She knew she had found a true friend. No lord or lady would ever allow a mere peasant to call them by their birth name. Meredith was different, in a good way. A sigh of relief hit her and she knew her mother was wrong.

 “That is quite alright, I will walk myself” replied Meredith. “After today I think I can almost handle anything,” she joked.

 Both young girls laughed together in unison.

 “You can hardly dress yourself in the morning,” teased Samire, whilst laughing.

 Meredith giggled and stuck her tongue out playfully at her best friend. She wiped away the tears from her eyes delicately, as not to rub her faint blue kajol. Her eyes diverted to the clock. It was nearly eight o’clock. She was to meet her mother and father in their drawing room to discuss her future today.

 I’d rather stay here with Samire, but rules are rules I suppose. Although, a wise man did once say rules are there to be broken…

 Meredith smiled at her mischievous and sly thoughts, but only to have them destroyed by the image of her mothers death stares. Samire just stared at her, wondering whether her dear friend was feeling well.

“Oh, I have to go, sorry” Meredith said quietly. She saw the look of sadness on her friends face and hate to think that she caused it. She smiled apologetically and rose from the bench.

 “Where you are going, may I ask?” questioned Samire, whilst washing the dishes with a dishcloth.

 “I am meeting with my mother and father today in the drawing room, to discuss my future plans,” sighed Meredith. She knew what this meant. So did the rest of the neighbourhood. She glumly, fell back into her seat.

 “I hear wedding bells,” mocked Samire, trying to lighten the mood. She put away the last remaining dishes away and sat across Meredith.

 “Don’t we all?” retorted Meredith, with a morose look.

 Samire laughed quietly at her dear friend. She was humorous when she was in one of her strops.

 The door opened and one of Lord Van De Valances’ assistants entered the room. He held himself elegantly. A tall figure, clad in navy and blue radiating her fathers’ commands. He had light blue eyes, and fiery burgundy hair, cut short. The servant seemed muscular underneath his uniform. Meredith noticed how Samire’s cheeks blushed pink and how her eyes firmly fell to the floor. She smiled quietly; now realising why her dear comrade was red. Although, she couldn’t see what the fuss was about. Meredith looked at the servant again, nothing special she thought to herself silently.

 “Miss Valanche, Lord and Lady Van De Valanche request your attendance at this….” began her fathers’ servant.

 “Yes, yes, I know Christopher, I’m coming, I’m coming” groaned Meredith, letting her head fall onto the table.

 “Actually, Miss your parents have requested that I, escort you myself to the drawing room,” replied Christopher quietly.

 Meredith muttered obscenities under her breath and counted to five quietly. Samire started to laugh uncontrollably, trying to keep it inside.