12-13-2008, 08:27 PM
Elizabeth walked in with another couple of her ladies in waiting. They all looked up to see Anne.
"What are you doing, Anne? You know you were supposed to be out by the fountain hours ago!" A blonde haired girl by the name of Beth said.
"I mean, we shouldn't be surprised. Anne never likes to wait on people but she always loves to be late." Another brown haired girl, Lane, added.
"Yes, Anne. Why were you late to the party? I was actually thinking that you would be on time for once. You do not know the disappointment I felt when you never showed. I know you love to be fashionably late, but you are always seem to at least come to my parties. I saw you father and mother there, as well." Elizabeth added, her short temper playing a role. She scratched behind her head, a signal that she wanted to talk with her alone.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.