Tussle In Lansdowne Street
1120 Words
Fiona was a troubled child as observed by the maid accompanying both the sisters in the market. They had come to Lansdowne Streets to buy themselves few dresses for the evening snack. While the maid and the elder sister was engaged into the fabric collections, scouring the textile and its surface, Miss Pembroke drifted her attention to some ancient, metal brooches, fibulas, and handcrafted jewels. She is very fond of astonishing jewels which adorns her skin. As Evelyn was busy with maid so Fiona took her own step to search what she was looking for.
Definitely, a proper dress of etiquette or gown with golden laces was not in her list. She wanted to add some tinkling pearls, magnificent gems that would hang below the lobes of weighty colorful earbobs.
While snickering around the antique shops, her eyes got hooked on an ancient metal piece. It was a pair of emeralds, brilliantly lighting in the broad daylight. She reached the spot at once but it was not only her whose eyes got fascinated by it. Someone had already set its prey.
The moment she arrived at the merchant shop, she collided with a soul, who was too surprised by this pair of sparkling ornaments.
“Sorry my lady, I hope you are not hurt.” He told her after they faced a slight concussion of their bodies, basically it was brushing of their sleeves.
“Pardon, barely saw you are coming.” She muttered.
“Mention not, it was just a momentary entanglement.” He told and now they both looked at the shining gem.
“What an astonishing piece!” She expressed delightfully, “How much for this one?” Fiona could not hold her excitement to buy it and she promptly asked the merchant for its price. The young lad on her left paid just a glance on her and interrupted
“Indeed astonishing!” He said looking at her, “But I have already snapped up on it.”
“Snapped up?” She said shockingly. “My eyes saw it first.”
“I don’t think so coz it was my gaze that fell before anyone else could have.”
“How?” She squealed “ I had my first words with the merchant itself which means I am one who has the privilege to buy it first and so if you excuse….”
“Alas! I have already made my demand.” He replied instantly,
“Look, I am in dire need of this, you must know?” She muttered in grimace, “My elder sister is going to get marry and we do need an extraordinary piece of jewel that would outshine others. So please?”
He grinned, “You really think just an ornament can outshine?”
“If it is not, why don’t you just let me have it?” She yanked in firm.
“Pardon me, coz it cannot happen as I have already captured it.” He replied firmly and stopped her to make any attempt to get a hold of the gem which he wanted to buy.
The dashing young gentleman stood in front of her with great potential. He investigated her with determination and powerful eyes that even for a moment, Fiona felt she was being caught in a trap.
“If you think you can resign my decision through your eyes, you are sorely mistaken,” Fiona spoke.
“So, you find my eyes dominating?”
“I find you vicious….”
He chuckled, “ If I am vicious, then take heed of it,” He countered , “because I am very much consumed by my unrelenting passions and I can procure, whatsoever I like, either by unwavering force or my invariable strength. Right now, this gem is all I want.”
Fiona was utterly shocked. She had never faced such an domination by anyone else before. His arguments and subtle answers made her to go silent. She saw him as if he harbored most foul and volatile nature. But Fiona was Miss Fiona Pembroke , fierce and fast, her impulse was more darker than him as she pondered that moment. She could not wither in front of this imbecile young man. She should not suffer under the tyranny of this sinister who had appeared so abruptly. But the time was out of her hand this time, her luck slipped from her hand like a ice cream in summer.
The charming, debonair spoke, “Behold young miss, I am making my demand without knowing its price and now if you can break this deal, then try your esteemed best.”
Fiona’s eyes grew wider and her angered face turned to bloom in red when she found this very young blade kept a pouch of pennies without a count in front of the merchant. She was brimming in frustration as the merchant handed him over the rare gem despite her manipulative words and convincing approach. She coaxed but the demand he had made already could not beat the price she was carrying with her.
He grinned, chuckled, and smiled as if he had won a small battle against her. She was argumentative throughout but he had his own reasons of wanting the thing he always desired of. He was masters in his conversation skills and persuasion. Sliding the gem in his pocket, he whispered near her ear, “Try your luck somewhere else, not everybody falls for an angelic face.”
“How dare he?” She thought.
She stood in annoyance and ample frustration as he walked away from her sight, carrying the precious gem she badly wanted. Whatever the reason behind it, she did not like this impetuous individual for his wrestle of words and argument. If only she could have carried a trusty blade to thereby silencing his mouth who spoke with such agility and loquacious tongue.
Unfortunately, she did not have anything because she was a woman, a good woman and a good woman does not carry knives in hidden, instead she believes she has good fighting spirit only by words. However, today, she was sort of words in her mind and was helpless. No one, so far had ever been so rude to her. Usually, she had faced men with such eagerness and gentle behavior that her heart would eventually melt up but undoubtedly this time, she faced a reckless soul who had boiled her up.
“Hunterr Beckford, my dear friend, where have you been lost?” Someone in the crowd called up his name, making the voice to be to loud to be heard.
“I was lost in this market; these are so fascinating and grand.” He replied.
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