The old lady looked at her with little nerves in her eyes. She tried to hide it but she had lost her touch of affection for so long she couldn't help but hide her expressions. She had lost a child once so she was now very cautious with everything she did with Celton. "Sure, let's get going." she stood behind Celton lifting her dress into the carriage so as not to get it dirty. She took care of Celton looking at every precise detail head to toe trying to get rid or find any flaws the rich will make fun of her for.
"Stop panicking." Celton told her she had noticed the old lady's stare
The old lady smiled at Celton this was the first time she had ever been happy since had lost her child, husband and place in the manner. "I'm just a little panicky,I am sorry I don't really have a say about you I am not your mother and you are not my real daughter. I just don't know how to feel I have lost my child once so I feel cautious."
Celton sat in the seat quiet her head down but under her breath she muttered something a little loud and clear for the old lady to hear "Mother..."
She looked up into the old lady's eyes. They had wet beads in the corner of her eyes. One by one they came falling down fast, then a muffle then the whole bucket overflowed onto the ground.
Celton held onto the old lady as she cried. She had never been called a mother, relayed on and reserved the company of a hug for such a long time.
The coachman stopped the carriage and waited for the old lady and Celton to get themselves down from his carriage so he could leave. The old lady walked up to the door and pushed it open .Celton stepped out first before putting her hand out for the old lady that had red eyes from crying.
The lady stepped out the other carriages stopped behind girls,boys and adults filled the area. All carriages shone with light areas of gold. However they all weren't as rich as the full gold and purple leather wall carriage.
The main mansion's white walls smiled with welcome and happiness.
The hallway was wide and full. People boast about how rich they got and how much richer they will be. All emotions surrounding this room envy, jealousy, respect, fear,love,joy and most of the sweet smell of hate.
Celton saw all the plastered faces of smiles and the hate they carried with each other.
The old lady walked through the crowd of people with all eyes on her. Whispering and laughing were all about her. Everyone's eyes then landed on Celton as the old lady clung onto her. The old man stood at the top of the stairs with his thin and sharp look at everyone. His eyes traced the hall for one person. He then saw her and his fatherly eyes softened into pillows.
"Celton."his voice rusty around the edges called out her name. "Yes,Sir?"Celton curtseyed while she responded. He then continued "How have you found it here so far?"
"It hasn't been really good in our mansion they are stealing and rude maids. All of them are very disobedient."
His eyes shot up to the second mistress of the house. "Don't you take care of the house fist lady who lives in how dare you."
The second lady got onto her knees."I swear I trained these servants personally they listen to me."
"Yes, they listen to YOU! NOT THE FIRST LADY." his voice raised as he spoke. The second lady then looked up to the master. "Yes but they were originally my servants so they obviously listen to me."Tears filled the corners of her eyes to make her seem pitiful.
Celton kept her head bowed. Her eyes glued to the floor not looking at all the eyes that stared down on her. Her breathing became heavy and eyes shinning.
She had always been honest and truthful. She knew the world would always have their event of good and bad, truthful and scheming. That is why she always had a face for a front. Her face was the side of a villain,her personalitys, they all talked and thought in different ways.
Eyes peeled her skin off as they stared at her,she couldn't take her eyes of the floor because if she had looked at someone their eyes would be full of hate or shock that I would stand up to the lady.
( Celton's POV)
l slowly raised my head to the crowd that had seen the master shout and looked up into the private cabins at the top. A black mask hung from the balcony. A man with jet black hair looked at me at he grinned staring at me. He opened his mouth slightly for me to take in the sight of the sharp teeth that could rip through anything. He then mouthed to me " Your times up." He stood up from his seat and walked off the belcany into his large side cabin.
Celton pupils shook in her eyes. She looked around in a hurry turning to her mother. "Mother Can I be excused." her voice shacking looking back at the cabin and her mother. Her mother grew alarmed by the sudden reaction
"Why? what's happening?" she questioned her with worry. "Mother I have no time to explain please just don't worry about me when I come back you can stop worrying okay." her shinning like stars.
Celton then dropped her grip on her mother without waiting for her answer and began walking down the stairs at lightning speed. She walked through the crowd that had parted for her.