Disclaimer: I don't know Twilight or any of the belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Thank to my wonderful beta Sue Z Que, thank you so much for your help.
This is my first story,so please be nice.
Lily's diary 1932
I don't know why I'm writing this. My life is not interest or exciting, I don't have a remarkable personality, nor am I incredibly beautiful.
In fact, if someone was walking down the street, they probably wouldn't even notice me.
Beauty. It seems that beauty is the only thing people notice these days. Forget about character or kindness; if you're beautiful you can manage to have a great wedding, and that is all that matters. At least that's what my mother always told me and my sister Rosalie. I had the common sense to get out from under her manipulative ways in order to "get a good life," but my sister…
Well, not that she did a bad thing. Some ladies like not having to worry about anything other than their appearance.
Like my baby sister, Rosie.
Please don't get me wrong, I LOVE my sister! I believe she's the most dashing lady in this world. But sometimes her manners make me realize how shallow our family is-and our parents always stand up for her.
And I'm all alone.
"For God's sake, what are you doing here?!"
My attention was drawn to my yelling sister, who was looking at me, with her green eyes full of anger.
"What's the matter Rosie?" I asked.
"I have been calling you for hours! Didn't you heard me? Royce is on his way, and I must get ready. Go upstairs and tell me when he gets here," she demanded.
"But Rosie, didn't we talk about this before? I don't--"
"I know, I know!" she cut me off.
She threw her shoes at the wall, put her hands on the bun in her hair, and wiggled in her dress to look me in the eye. I knew that look well. Rosalie might scream and shout, but when she let her guard down and become my baby sister, I couldn't help but do anything for her.
"I'm sorry Lily, but you know how nervous I am. With the parades ,and now with Royce, you know how easily I lose my temper. Please forgive me," she begged me.
I hugged her to make sure she knew everything was okay. It's true-being the beauty that she is, Rosalie participates in a great deal of parades in Rochester, and even in some of the neighboring towns. Sometimes, it seemed as though everyone wanted to admire her beauty.
It was also true that I didn't like one bit of Rosie's suitor, Mr. Royce King II. Our parents had made the arrangements for their initial meeting, and since the first time he laid his eyes on my sister, he wouldn't leave her alone. Which was only natural, I suppose. Most met treated Rosalie the same way.
But I still didn't like him. With every opportunity my parents gave him, he tried to be alone with my sister. Of course I, being the good sister, wouldn't let that happen. There was just something off about him. I tried to explain my feelings to my sister, but she just laughed and said that I was being jealous of her happiness.
"Alright Rosie, I'll be downstairs to welcome him," I conceded.
"Thank you sister! Oh, one more thing..."
"What is it?"
Before I could make a move, she quickly took my glasses.
"Rosie!" I exclaimed.
"You look so much prettier without those things."
"Yes, thank you, but I can't see without them."
"And who says you need to see anything? Just smile and wave. Just like mother taught us."
"Ah Rosie…" I sighed.
"And, who knows, maybe you can arrange a good Applicant?"
I knew that my sister loved me, but sometimes her futility got to me. I've had Applicants before, considering that a young lady of my age should be married by now. But, each time one of them looked at my sister, they forgot all about me. I was never mad at her for it, though. In fact, I was grateful f that my eyes were opened before I was promised to any of them.
But still, it would be nice to find someone who was interested in me for me, not just for my looks.
"And what would you think if I tripped in front of dear Mr. King II?" I asked playfully.
Realizing her mistake, she quickly returned my glasses.
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