It 'Tis But A Rose PT 2
Chapter Two: (Rocha)
It 'Tis But A Rose Pt 2
I sat there in my gold cashmere sweater,
as Victoria sat there with very little on-
leaving very little to the imagination.
Sheer, lacy, and racy was her look-
the color of her dress- you ask,
fire engine red my father clears
his throat.
While Viola in response, sends a glare his way.
"Where is your clothes, show some decorum!"
my father thundered.
Randal says nothing as he looks her over,
"Nothing is wrong with what I'm wearing"
she says.
"It's gorgeous on you hon, pay daddy no mind" says Viola.
I stayed silent keeping my head low as
the maids stood there, the maids behavior
were that of a centerpiece in a room, seen
but not dare to be heard.
I just looked over at the color of the walls
in the dining room.
Spring dust was the name, a pale yellow
the border trimmed in gold complimented
by french cream chiffon curtains.
Sunlight poured in as a slight distraction,
Who cares, about this dinner- I'm done already.
"Tell us the news then it is the reason for
this you know dinner" said Viola.
"I'll tell them about it Victoria" said Randal.
"No I'm excited, just please let me" she
had pleaded.
She giggles, her bright whites grinning,
Like the maids fading into the background.
I really didn't care at all, what had to be said.
"Well Randal has asked me to be his
wife!" Vic beamed, my father had
frowned.
"Congrats, my pretty dear I'm so happy!"
cheered Viola.
Father had slammed down his fists abruptly,
Viola gives my father a hard look.
Of course it was not the time for outbursts.
I heard a maid that stood there snicker,
"What is your problem huh, Thomas?"
asked Viola.
"She is not wife material, and I know it" he said.
"Randal are you sure about her, that is all
I want to know" he queried.
I just sat there and had begun to take a look
at the watercolor...
A picture of fuschia and hints of lavender.
Randal's eyebrows had burrowed in confusion.
He was clearly taken aback by his reaction,
also the fact he question him about marriage
to his daughter.
"Rocha you could be more lively- you're
being a mute for pete's sake, or you
daft, dumb, or just plain stupid! "
shouted Viola.
"No I'm just tired is all Viola" I replied.
"Mrs. Rochelle she is fine don't berate her
like that" said Randal.
"I'm sorry that we seem to have forgot your own presence here, how are you?" he asks.
Victoria cast a look in my direction-meanwhile, Viola looks on glaring at me.
"I'm fine, thanks for what you have done today"
I said.
"After that scuffle I got into, it was kind of
rough getting home" I stated.
"Yeah must have you lost my Ponds cream" said Viola.
Don't worry, it wasn't working anyways you
still look like a baggy faced hag.
"Well you're very much welcome" said Randal.
He cracked a huge big smile at me one that
was unbelievably so perfect.
Victoria was seething at this point,
Viola clears her narrow throat.
"Not to ignore you Mr.Rochelle,
but back to your question- I am
so very much sure" he said, as
he had bridged his own fingers
together.
"I love her she's bold, pretty, and tough so
vivacious-" he said.
Victoria grins all her 42 teeth glinted,
"see my man has taste" she beams.
"That's good, but those things don't hold a
marriage" he said.
"Thomas just you hush that is enough-
love is enough, it's good he gave good
reason to make a bride out of her"
she said in a low icy tone.
"I'm saying Randal, don't make a rash choice"
he says.
"You seem to be a nice guy" he trailed off.
"Well what do you know your mind is no good"
said Viola, she scoffs.
"Go drown in Brandy till you turn into a mute"
she says with venom.
Randal gives an odd look, at Viola as she
threw that cold- blooded insult.
Yep, she is erratic.
"Mr. Rochelle I love her we are just alike,
what can't be any more right than that"
Randal says.
"I just want your own blessing that is all" he
continued.
He abruptly took out a small velvet box.
The maids became more animated, but still silent, as it unfolded before their eyes.
He opened the box slowly it was a
good ring,a huge diamond shaped
like a teardrop was in the center-
framed in by these tiny small ones
surrounding it, then finished with a
sterling silver band.
Nice, not cheap at all.
Viola's face was the first to light up her pecan skin began to show hints of crimson.
Victoria's mouth had dropped open, her red painted lips had parted.
"I can't, I can't allow you to make the big mistake of your life-nor, will I partake in becoming a part of it" said father.
I cleared my throat, this is clearly too much for me.
"What mistake Thomas,how is he marrying a
mistake!" Viola had shouted.
"For starters look at you, I'm miserable -- you are such a shallow and cold woman and poor Vic she is the same" he said.
Well, this dinner just had turned into a episode of Dynasty.
"I'm miserable and I have a materialistic, nagging, selfish shrew of a wife and I always drown my sorrows in Brandy" he said harshly.
He ranted on," Randal I understand you
two have been dating awhile- I do know
you and admire you so don't get offended
ok,when I say tuck your tail between your
legs and run as far from Victoria as you
can while you can, she is not as fit to be
a wife- excuse me, I must retire" he then
walks off.
"He is drunk it's the just the rantings of
an old man- he will come around"
said Viola.
"Well I've never, he wanted to propose
but did not want to go on anyway, and
offend father- so he wanted to do
this and ask for his blessing" said
Victoria, pouting.
"Darling Victoria, don't fret" says Viola fuming.
"Randal wanted to do this for the family to
see- out of respect for him and this is what
he does!" Victoria's hair had looked frazzled
her makeup smeared.
"I will talk to him and try to appeal to his own
better nature"Viola huffs.
"I will indeed get him to change his mind" she
had stood up abruptly.
Of course, Victoria had to put on a show of her own hysterics.
She abruptly got up and ran out heading for the
staircase.
Randal trailed right in behind her, while Viola was imploring for her to come back.
I left and decided to join some of the maids in
the kitchen.
As I could hear Viola just dismissing all the other maids, one of them had told me to shut the door soon the other berated maids stepped in to come in the kitchen.
I took the stack of dishes from their hands.
Mrs.Avlon the head maid, was laughing.
As usual, we had our little kitchen talks.
They would close the door...
Someone then...would look out for
Viola- to make sure she was not
there pounding the hall.
I've known Mrs.Avlon a while, she knows my
mother-who was a maid also.
"Wow did they put on some show!" one of
the maids said.
They all laughed.
"He called Viola a nag which she is,
and don't no other man want her
not even her own little husband"
said Mrs.Avlon laughing.
All the others joined in on the laughter.
One of the younger maids made a comment.
"That poor guy he's a sight to look at so
gorgeous!"
"But he wants old Victoria" said Mrs.Avlon.
"He must not know her history" she said.
"She had managed to run every guy
away she dates surprised she kept
this one" said Adela.
We all stood there just washing the dishes.
"All I can say he sees how bad my family
is hopefully he runs"I said.
"Thomas is a fool but he's right that Victoria
isn't wife material, a hussy is what she is"
said Avlon.
All the maids laugh.
"I hear she goes to a bar called Neon
City say all it takes is alot of drinks and
the guys can go with her" said, Avlon.
All the maids looked at her,
"You know" she gave a wide eyed look.
"Sweetheart I'm worth more than a drink now, I need stability, house,car and bank account I value myself"she said.
"Oh snap, Viola coming!" one of the maids whisper.
"Rocha go to the rose house real quick" said Ms.Avlon.
I slipped out the back to the arch and bushes
adorned by roses....
"Hey there, you didn't have much to say at
all tonight" I jump at the sound of Randal's voice.
His hazels stared me down.
Curls perfectly framing his face he grins.
His lean muscled figure clothed in white,
swirls of hair on his chest.
Which I could only see since his shirt was just
partially open.
He held a rose in his hand, his high heeled boots softened the ground.
I stare in awe.
" Let's talk" he says.
There he was standing there with his strange attractiveness.