Freya Acacia Ludwig
A maid slid a chair out for Freya to sit. It was time to prepare for the ball and as always, a maid was going to get her ready. However, the usual one was sick, so today she was going to be prepared by a new one. She was like some exotic dish to people. Freyaâs parents always had the maids dress her in the highest quality clothing. It wasnât as though Freya didnât like the formal dresses⊠In fact, she had been raised in them and would feel strange any other way⊠Still, Freya didnât enjoy how people constantly stared at her. Maybe it wasnât because of how she dressed, but because of her wealthy family. It wasnât as though they were royalty. They were just fortunate people with a lot of money. Maybe it wasnât even the riches, but her strange appearance⊠She had hair so long that it almost brushed the ground as she walked. Not once had she met anyone with hair even close to as long as her golden locks⊠However, it wasnât as though Freya cared enough to cute her hair either. It would probably feel strange and light if she ever did.
As Freya lowered herself into the chair, she was careful not to sit on any of her hair. The maid picked up the gold brush which matched her hair so well and began to brush out the ends. âYar hairâs so beautiful, Miss.â The maid said as she combed through it. âItâs so soft and fine, yet also very thick and durable. So unusual...â The maid continued on. Yes, her hair was the reason people stared at her. Freya let a sigh escape her lips as the maid worked tirelessly to get all the knots out of Freyaâs hair only to have to brush it again after she dressed the spoiled girl.
âYar a very fortunate gurl. Yah know, to have such lovinâ and wealthy parunts. Yah know, when I was your age, My mum was on her own. She had to raise both of us with such little money. Oh, by both of us, I mean my sister and I. My sisterâs doinâ much better than I, yah know. SheâsâŠâ The maid began to tell Freya her life story. What a talkative one this woman was. Freya didnât mind listening to her, really⊠It was strange to hear one talk so much though. Freya didnât know how to react, so she didnât really think too much about what the woman said as she listened. Freya appeared emotionless as she listened to the maid speak. Every time she mentioned her sister, Freya felt her heart throb⊠She wasnât sure why, but it hurt to hear someone talk about a sister. It wasnât as though Freya even had a sister to miss, but somehow⊠She missed a sister. It was like someone slapping her face when a sister would be mentioned. However, the maid gradually got away from talking about her sister and began to talk about her daughter. Her daughter was someone she was very proud of. ââŠAnd sheâs just about yar age now. I hope she finds a good suitor soon.â The maid paused. âDo yah have a suitor yet, miss? Are yah goinâ to this ball in order to find one?â
Instead of speaking, Freya just shook her head.
The maid finished brushing Freyaâs hair. âOh, sorry if I crossed any lines thur, Miss.â She said as she offered her hand to Freya. The wealthy girl accepted it and raised herself. The maid guided her to the closet, where she dressed Freya. Her clothes were less dull than usual. Her father had insisted on gold trimming to her black and white dress just for the special occasion. Any other day, Freya would have insisted on greyscale. However, she sensed that there would be no use in arguing with her father this time, so what was the use?
The maid stopped talking so much. Either Freya had made it awkward for her to talk or the woman had nothing more to say. After she dressed Freya, it was back to the brushing chair. As she finished brushing Freyaâs hair again, she spoke once more. âMiss, yah have somethinâ odd about yah. Pardon me, but yah donât talk much, do yah?â Any other maid would be afraid to say such a thing. They all feared being fired. Freya guessed this one was just more open-mouthed. She had never heard anyone speak so much other than when her father had those meetingsâŠ
After the maid opened the door for Freya, Freya glided down the stairs and was led outside by the butler, who would hand her over to the chauffer. Then she would ride to the ball.
Excitement really wasnât her thing⊠To be honest, this ball made Freya feel no more excitement than she ever really felt. A lot of girls would be giddy and over-excited about how regal and extravagant balls were⊠Even the rich ones like Freya enjoyed the socialization of the formal occasion. Other girls would be irritated or angry about having to go. Some just didnât like dances or organized events. However, Freya felt neither. She didnât care either way. If she was at home, she would be sitting and doing nothing. At the ball she would be sitting and doing nothing. So, the location didnât really matter much. It wasnât as though Freya actually would participate in the event. She was a boring, stubborn girl. It was no wonder most people didnât talk to her. It didnât matter much anyway though. This ball would be no different than any other event Freya had gone to. Some people would approach her, but no one would talk to her. She might even approach people from time to time, but she also would not talk to them. Talking was⊠not something Freya was good at. It didnât really bother her that she wasnât good at talking though. Talking didnât mean much anyway.
As the carriage came to a sudden stop, Freya felt inertia take wing. Her innards fluttered like butterflies for a moment before returning to normal. Waiting on the chauffer, Freya sat in her seat until the door opened and she was offered his hand. Then she accepted it and slid out of the car. As she left the vehicle, she saw other people had already arrived. Everyone seemed distorted and confused. Freya took a deep breath before approaching the large doors that stood between her and what she knew was going to be just another boring social event.