The Bewitched Soul - Chapter 11 Christma

As Christmas was near, people started to decorate their houses. Slowly, the whole town was embellished with Christmas lights. The snow piled up on the roofs and streets… giving a Christmas look to the whole town. Some sang Christmas carols while dancing… children chased each other holding bags of colorful candies. Some stood in front of the candy store waiting for their turn… the shopkeeper known as ‘The Candyman’ happily distributed candies to children. The ding-a-ling bells could be heard in the background. There was a merry cherry cheesecake vibe in the town. It was like a mini pre-celebration.

Like every year, the natives waited for the royal invitation. The inhabitants were invited to the castle for a brief meeting with the Lord. After a while, a team of horses marched towards the middle of the town. People rushed towards the carriage. As the door opened, a councilman in his well-fitted attire stepped down the carriage and adjusted his bow tie.

“Good evening all. As we all know Christmas is just two days after… the King, Lord Alexander has invited the inhabitants to the Brookville castle tomorrow on the eve of Christmas. Looking forward to meeting you all. Thank you” he gracefully walked towards the carriage and stepped into it after the announcement. With one kick to the side of the horses, the coachmen started moving and slowly the carriage disappeared from sight. People started to talk among themselves and seemed very excited about the gathering.

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for visiting.

The moon shone brightly in a cloudless sky… it looked like a disc of silver as it showered the town with her silvery light. The ponds, lakes giggled under the moonlight. The cold breeze raced against the whispering trees. The dew in the garden glittered like crystals. It looked like the luminescence painted the whole town silver.

Meanwhile, Margaret sat in front of her bedroom’s window and captured the scenic view to her heart’s content. The moonlight enlightened the dark room… her skin glowed against the soft rays. Her doe-like eyes gave off a very innocent and vulnerable look. She looked like an angel.

Hearing the knocks, she returned to her senses and walked towards the door. As she opened, she saw her father holding a rolled paper tied with a golden ribbon in his hand. Their eyes met and an evil smile appeared on Corbette’s face. She knew what his smile meant.

“No! I won’t.” rolling her eyes, she frowned.

“Ahh… how did you know about this!”

“Well, it has become a tradition for you to come on this day every year with a rolled paper in your hand which is, of course, is an invitation!” glaring at her father, she turned around and started walking. “You know I can’t go father… when will you understand? I don’t want to create a fuss about it.”

“May I know the reason, Margaret? Why do you always say no to royal parties? You don’t like them?” he patted her shoulder gently.

“It’s not the reason father… I’m not fit to attend such lavish parties. I’m hardly considered your family. If it wasn’t you, I would still have remained an orphan”, a bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face.

“You should spend a happy time with your family. I don’t want to ruin mother’s and sister Caroline’s mood… We can have Christmas cake and dance together after you all return!”

“I’m not asking you, Margaret… it’s my order and that’s final” his voice showed no sign of accepting a no from her. “You’re a part of the Mathews… we all are invited to a party tomorrow. Lord himself will attend the party. It will be disrespectful if I don’t bring my whole family to the party. Get yourself a dr—- Oh yes! Wait a minute…” he rushed out of the room.

After a while, he came back… but this time he had a big wrapped box in his hand.

Margaret raised an eyebrow as she scanned the box.

“I’ve bought a dress for you. Try it and let me know if it fits you well.” he handed the box, waiting for her to unwrap. She carefully opened the box. She choked. It was a beautiful pink gown. She was taken aback by the beauty of the dress.

“This must be costly.” a low soft murmuring could be heard.

“Haha! Isn’t it beautiful?” Corbette was carried away by the fact that she cared more about the cost than the beauty of the dress. She had always worn simple dresses and never demanded for such costly ones. He felt like he could have spoiled her more.

“It-It’s beautiful… father.” her eyes still fixed at the gown.

“Get ready sharp at five in the evening.” he smiled and turned to leave.

“Good night, father… and thank you for the dress.” a charming smile appeared on her face.

He suddenly stopped and turned sideways and smiled,

“Good night, Margaret.”

Margaret was never used to such expensive dresses. She always would wear simple ones and look beautiful without any effort. But seeing the gorgeous pink gown lying on the bed, she could help but sigh deeply. She carefully packed the dress into the box and headed off to sleep. In no time, she went into a deep slumber. Little did she know that a little surprise was waiting for her.

The flicker of light shone in through the gaps of the white curtains. Margaret greeted the day with a smile and flew out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. She stood under the shower and let the cold water race down her curves. Lifting her face up, the water washed the beautiful profile. She was nervous.

‘Am I supposed to go?’

‘I won’t cause any trouble right?’

‘What should I address myself? Margaret Mathew or Margaret Whitmore?’

‘Will mother and sister Caroline acknowledge me as their family there?’

As all these questions started flooding her mind… she hid her face with her hands and continued to stand under the shower. The cold shower helped to ease her nerves and relax her mind. After bathing, she carefully wiped her wet body.

While wiping her eyes met the mirror. She stopped. Staring at the mirror she walked slowly towards it. She saw a beautiful reflection of hers. Gently placing her hand on her face, she looked at it. After staring for a long while… she finally made her mind.

‘I must attend the party tonight’

She wondered if she could find any clues about her mother and her identity. For this, she had to brace herself with self-confidence and faith.

Moving out of the bathroom, she slipped into a violet dress and headed towards the garden.

While watering the plants,

“Are you going to attend today’s party, Margaret ?” Caroline’s eyes fixed on Margaret.

“Umm… yes I will.” Margaret tried not to make eye contact and concentrated on the work she was doing.

“Huh? Who asked you to?” ‘

“Father,” Margaret tried hard to keep her answers short.

“Oh! I see. Okay, then see you at the party.” Caroline left.

Margaret was confused and surprised at the same time. Now that she was accustomed to Caroline’s bullies all the time, she felt strange.

After watering the plants, she directly went to the dining hall. Seeing no one there, she went to look out for her father.

“Are you searching for me?” Corbette stood right behind her.

“Ah! Ohh, father,stop scaring me” hey eyes widened in shock.

“Haha! Now tell me why were you looking out for me?” his gentle voice helped her relax.

“I’m afraid, father… What if I embarrass you there? It’s my first time you know…” she laced her fingers out of nervousness and stared at the white tiled floor.

“Don’t worry, get ready sharp at five in the evening.” he smiled and turned around to leave.

He felt sorry for the young girl but also proud of her. She had been a sweet, understanding and a doting daughter,. quite matured more than her age.

At sharp three in the afternoon, Margaret woke up to get ready for the party. She took a quick shower… dried her long blonde hair and wore the pink dress. The pink silk satin dress perfectly hugged her curves. Her curves and her tall stature complimented each other. The U-shaped neckline made her collarbones more prominent. The dress hugged her waist tightly and flowed down her legs like a stream of water. The golden glitter handiwork spread across from the waist to her legs. She stared at the mirror and admired how beautiful the reflection was.

She started untangling her hair until they were smooth and glossy. She tried making different hairstyles… a bun… a ponytail… braid, but were not satisfying. She finally let her hair down. The silky blonde hair cascaded down her back. With every move, they bounced against her back. Her thick eyelashes gave her eyes a subtle look of applied kohl. Her plum red lips looked alluring.

After she got dressed up, she slipped her feet into a pair of white sandals. Now she was completely ready. She was nervous and moved back and forth a looking around quickly. Her fingers intertwined… her tapping sounds showed how bitterly nervous she was.

“Margaret!” she heard her father speak from the other side of the door.

She rushed to the door and clicked opened it.

“Father…” she hurriedly hugged him, “I cannot go…”

Pulling her from the embrace, he looked at her and was spellbound. Staying silent for a while, he finally said, “You look beautiful…” he admired how beautiful his daughter was.

“But—”

“No but’s…Let’s go. We are running late!” he pulled her by her arm and climbed down the stairs.

Looking at the beauty, Liliana and Caroline’s mouth with wide open.

Caroline clenched her fists, her knuckles turned white. Of course, her step sister looked more beautiful than her. But she couldn’t protest. She simply cursed her under her breath.

Liliana spoke nothing as if Margaret never existed. She took her own daughter’s hand and started walking.

All of them entered the carriage and sat facing each other. Upon reaching the castle…they saw a huge mass of people dispersing.

They were late.