It was hard to breathe and impossible to stop the fluttering in her stomach as Holly stood in the sitting room. Well, more like paced in the sitting room. Her poor maid was doing her best to keep up with her, still fussing over her clothing and hair. The pale blue skirts of her elegant silk dress made a soft swishing noise, and her elderly servant tittered at her.
"Child, hold still. You must look your best for our company. This is your very own young man coming to call, you know." With an exasperated sigh Holly stopped in front of a long mirror, gently making minor adjustments to her hair, which had been braided and coiled into a bun, with her blue ribbon woven into the red-gold strands. Nervously she smoothed her hands down the stiff bodice, wishing she were in her normal breeches and jacket.
A soft sound of disapproval came from the chair by the window. "Holly, stop fidgeting, it is unladylike." Jessica Marston was a beautiful woman with an aristocratic air about her. Her hair was the color of pure gold and her eyes like ocean water. "This Longfellow boy might be some common lout, but I will not have you forgetting your manners or embarrassing me."
"Yes, Mother." Holly mumbled, folding her hands in front of her and taking a seat at the other chair as politely as she could, although her lips were drawn into a tight scowl. She hated the way her mother spoke of Arrick so dismissively, as if this were a distasteful situation that was soon to be over with.
Fat chance.
Her father was standing by the mantle and sighed with a long-suffering shake of his head. Delmar Marston had far too much experience trying to keep peace between his very conservative wife and strong-willed and, admittedly wild-spirited, daughter. He smoothed his red-gold hair, nearly the exact shade his daughter boasted, as the sound of knocking came from the front of the house. Casting a final glance at Holly he sighed. "And you are certain I cannot talk you out of this?"
"Papa I love him." Delmar sighed and Jessica rolled her eyes, mumbling about marrying for love being foolish commoner nonsense. Holly ignored them both and practically raced to the front door.
Arlo, the elderly, grey-haired butler had answered the door with an amused grin. Most of the house staff were beyond amused at the mini war going on inside the household between mother and daughter. "Ah, welcome young Master. No need for all that, we've been expecting you."
Just as he opened the door wide for Arrick, Holly appeared in all her finery, her face lighting up as she saw him. Not caring about her mother's scolding to mind her manners she threw her arms around him in a quick hug, bringing about chuckles from Arlo before he stepped more out of the way.
"I am so glad you made it," Holly took a step back, keeping her hands on his arms as she let her eyes roam up and down his form appreciatively, "And look at you! You've always been so handsome, but you clean up sharply, Mr. Longfellow."