Abby – Chapter Four
“Don’t trip. Don’t spill anything. Be courteous.” Alice recited the classic rules, adding an extra remark unexpectedly.
“Have fun.”
“I intend to,” I giggled, giving her an incredibly sincere smile. Alice hadn’t witnessed my dance with Miles last month; she was preoccupied with cleaning the kitchen. I didn’t hold out on any facts though. I told her every last gorgeous detail of my new acquaintance, specified every aspect of our dance, and described every emotion that rushed through my head. She would surely be watching tonight.
Most of the past month had been filled with daydreams instead of coloring books and tea parties. Alice didn’t seem to mind though. She still watched over me and occasionally I’d let one of my fantasies slip out for her to hear, and at the end of every story she’d say “I love seeing you smile”. Not even Madeline could irritate me.
Now, standing in the same spot I had a month ago waiting for the tray to be loaded with drinks, I couldn’t help noticing how surreal everything seemed. Nothing physically differentiated this month from the last aside from my clothing and my smile, but everything felt different. It was as if I were dreaming. I even looked better than usual. My hair sat on my shoulders, a few strands pulled up loosely on one side by a turquoise flower hairpin. I wore a pale sky blue dress. The sleeves were made of two layers of ruffled fabric in a darker shade of blue silk-like material sewn to the shoulders of the dress. The hem of the skirt also had three rows of ruffles that matched those that made up the sleeves. A small blue bow sat at the neckline and a larger version of the same bow held the sash around my waist, tied in the back. The skirt rested on my hips and fluffed outward, but the hem still reached my knees. A pair of white tights also extended from my waist to the tips of my toes, now covered with flat dress shoes. However, my favorite part about my new ensemble was the matching baby blue panties I wore underneath the dress in place of the pull-ups I had finally gotten out of yesterday.
Alice handed me my tray and I balanced it perfectly on one hand. In no time I had made my way into the crowd to pass out drinks and, more importantly, scan for a glimpse of Miles within the horde of guests. No success. My disappointment must have been evident, since Alice questioned my expression when I came back for refills.
“You can’t find him?” Her face was filled with concern.
I shook my head.
“I looked around the whole place.”
“Well,” Madeline chimed in, “I wouldn’t come back here either if I had to dance with you. It was probably a dare to begin with.” Alice threw a wooden spoon across the kitchen, missing Madeline by an inch.
“I won’t miss next time.” Alice’s voice was lethal, and Madeline shut up.
“She may be right…” I admitted.
“Don’t listen to her cynicism,” Alice countered to end my pessimistic thinking.
“Grab another tray. Look harder.” The next hour continued just like that. I would wander around with the tray, scanning aimlessly through the people, turn up empty handed, and return to the kitchen for Alice’s comfort. Then my shift ended. I left the kitchen before Alice could get a word in and sulked toward the staircase to continue my customary ritual of people watching that Miles had so easily broken last month.
“You shouldn’t frown so much,” Miles’ harmonic voice interrupted my thoughts.
“It’s bad for you.” I looked up, and on the sixth set of my staircase sat Miles. He looked just as astonishing as before. He wore a nearly identical suit as last month, although I caught the little differences here and there, his brown hair was still uncombed, but it fell just perfectly, and most importantly, his lips were curled up at the ends into that symmetrical, close-lipped smile I have dreamt about every night since I first saw it.
“There you go,” he said, encouraging the smile that formed on my own face the second I saw he had really shown up.
He stood up, walked casually down the stairs just as I had done last time we met, and came straight over to me.
“Did you save me a dance?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Unnecessarily,” I responded in my matter-of-fact tone.
“You can have me without a reservation.” He chuckled, and it was a melodious sound. It made my smile grow. The next thing I knew we were on the dance floor, his hands on my hips and my arms on his shoulders. We kept our movements simple, but we mastered them very well.
“So, Abigail,” he began, staring down at me with his soft blue eyes, “can you tell me more about yourself?”
“What would you like to know?” I asked, lightheaded. It seemed difficult to converse and dance properly at the same time, and I made minor mistakes in my step, but he either didn’t notice or was to kind to point them out. Either way, I was happy.
“Well, what is your favorite color?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Do you have two?”
“Four: pale pinks, sky blues, soft purples, and yellow.”
“Easter colors,” he noted.
“Interesting.”
“I suppose. I never made that connection before.”
“What is your favorite drink?”
“Chocolate milk.” Conversation continued like that, dance after dance, song after song. Eventually I had told him about my entire life, with a few humiliating exceptions. I told him about Alice, my best friend, and Madeline, my worst enemy. I mentioned Daddy and the twins. I talked about what living in such a big house is like. I went on about my only chore: having to serve the guests during the first hour of each dance. I kept thinking he would run out of questions, but he never did.
“What about your mother?” he asked unexpectedly after a question about my favorite dessert.
I shrugged. I honestly don’t know anything about my mom. If I did meet her, I was too young to remember. Daddy never talked about her, and all the maids were hired within the past two or three years so I couldn’t ask them. He politely dropped the subject.
“Do you have any secrets?” This one threw me off guard as well. Of course I had secrets. There were things I didn’t even tell Alice. And on top of my own personal secrets there were also the secrets I intentionally kept from him, such as my punishment months, the attire during that time, and how I would always be forced to crawl up to Daddy and beg for forgiveness after entering the woods. I sided with simplicity and answered, “Yes”.
“Are you going to tell me any?” I shook my head and he sighed. The dance was nearly over. People were beginning to clear out, but half the crowd kept dancing. Tragically, Miles and I were not among the people that continued our dance session. Instead he led me over to the staircase by my hand.
“Let’s find some solitude,” Miles chimed as he took me up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I asked curiously.
“There’s a nice balcony on the east side of the house.”
“Miles!” I hissed, “I can’t go outside!”
“Why can’t you?” he questioned, keeping his pace as we reached the top of the stairs.
“The doors are always locked.” He twisted the handle and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Always?” The door opened without a creak. I was bewildered. Every door in this entire house was always locked. The only room I could access was my own. Getting to the kitchen or the living room or the dance hall was never difficult since there were empty entrance ways between each, but all the bedrooms and closets and balconies had always been inaccessible.
We walked out onto the balcony and Miles closed the door behind us. It really was beautiful. The stars were out and the moonlight bounced off the treetops. The lawn was the darkest shade of green you could ever imagine and you could almost see the wind move through each blade of grass. Even Miles’ symmetrical smile was visible in the moonlight.
“It’s nice out,” I commented, clearly stating the obvious.
“I agree.” Miles moved with me toward the balcony railing.
“When are you leaving?” I asked, avoiding eye contact. The thought hurt me.
“I will stay as late as I can,” he promised.
Minutes ticked by, and I had nothing to say. He didn’t speak either, so I kept my eyes on the landscape. I didn’t like wasting my time with him like this, so I turned my eyes toward him to revitalize our conversation, but to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I became flustered.
“You never come into town,” he stated.
“That’s true,” I replied weakly.
“Is there a particular reason why?” I shook my head no. I obviously wasn’t going to give him the real reason I never wandered farther than the yard. If on the off chance he did believe that I couldn’t walk past the forest edges, he would laugh at the mental image it would undoubtedly put in his head.
“You should visit me this week then!” he exclaimed cheerfully.
“Why don’t you just visit me?” I countered.
“You know where I live.”
“Fine then, I will.” I smiled. Daddy probably wouldn’t approve, and I’m nearly sure Miles would be sent home upon arrival, but the idea of seeing him again before the next dance clouded the logistics.
“In three days, at noon, I will be on your porch,” he notified me.
“So will I,” I chimed happily. Jumping a little bit off the ground, I managed to seat myself on the balcony railing with my dress between the cement and my white tights. I kicked my feet gently through the air until Miles came between them, holding my hips.
“Don’t fall now,” he stressed with deep concern in his voice.
“Yes sir!” I mocked.
We smiled at each other for a while, me sitting on the railing and his hands placed firmly on my hips in case I lost my balance. We casually came closer to each other, inch by inch, until our faces were nearly touching.
“Shouldn’t this wait until the third date?” I questioned with my eyes on his lips.
“Would you like to wait?” he asked politely.
“No thank you.” We both smiled and gently pressed our lips together. I had never kissed anyone before. Daddy didn’t like when I was around boys, and he certainly wouldn’t approve of anyone kissing me. But despite my inexperience, everything came naturally. I kept my lips slightly open, loosely, until he began to pull away, which is when I closed them. I had no regrets at that moment.
Then I felt wetness on my hands, which were placed next to me on both sides, grasping the cement railing for balance. I didn’t understand at first, but then I felt the same warm dampness on my thighs and my backside. I froze in shock. There was no way.
I decided to act natural a second too late. I had already sprung to the glass door in an attempt to get inside, giving Miles a clear view of the dress from behind. It was over. In the moonlight there was no doubt Miles could see the dark spot on the back of my light blue dress. I jiggled the handle in desperation as my tear ducts filled. I twisted and turned and pushed and pulled, but nothing opened the door. I was locked out. I was locked out on the balcony with the boy I had kissed a moment ago, crying helplessly, knowing full well I had just wet myself.
The End of Abby – Chapter Four.
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