Life's Melody

Elizabeth Satterfield has lived a life of misery thanks to her ever cruel and scheming step-sisters. But one chance meeting with Lord Robert Winston leaves Elizabeth hopeful of a life away from the shadows. A life filled with magic and love; nothing less than a fairytale.


9. Chapter Eight

It was nine o’clock when we eventually got home. Emily helped to get my stuff out of the car and into the living room of the three bedroom semi that I grew up in, before she went to see her parents. Dad was pleased to have me back home; the wicked witch of Sedgefield on the other hand, couldn’t have hidden her disdain if she’d tried. It would have been nice though, if she’d offered to help take my stuff upto my room but I think that would have been asking too much.

I found it surprisingly easy to settle back in. once my clothes had been put away, I made my way downstairs and found Dad in the kitchen making us hot chocolate; My Stepmother having already gone up to bed. “So, I’ve been watching the news and a few of my regular customers have been too,” Dad began as we walked through and sat down in the living room. I already knew where the conversation was going. “When do I get to meet him?”

“He’ll be up later in the week.” I told him.

“When’s the wedding?”

“Excuse me?” I asked choking on my hot chocolate.

“Well, apparently you’re engaged to him.”

“Dad, please don’t believe everything you read.” I assured him that there was no wedding, and went back to drinking my hot chocolate when the phone rang. Dad picked up, and after a few huh huh’s and yes, I’ll tell hers, hung up. It was Marti phoning to say that she and Noelle wouldn’t be home until Christmas. Great news for me; because I could enjoy my summer holidays, though it did mean that the Stepmother was going to try her best to scare me away. I had always known – even when I was six – that she had always resented the fact the Dad would never place her above me in order of importance. It’s why she was so keen for me to accept a scholarship to an all girl’s boarding school. I didn’t take it; I couldn’t face not being able to see my friends every day. Besides, I could hardly play Daddy’s Little Girl from the opposite end of the country.

Dad sat back down and started telling me about my cousins’ school play, and I felt something on my neck. I looked up at the back of the chair and was greeted by the ginger face of Bob, I leant forward and put my cup on the coffee table, before turning back to pick the furball that is my cat. Dad stood up and said he was going to bed, I told him goodnight even though I was totally focused on Bob. The sound of my phone brought me back to reality.  I put Bob on my lap and picked up. “Hello.”

“Hi” I heard Robert’s voice on the other end of the line and my heart melted.


“Missing me?”

“Not half as much as missed Bobcat.” I told him.


“My cat.”

“You named your cat, Bobcat?” he said, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Don’t laugh. I got him when I was eight.”

“He’s still alive?”

“If you’re going to insult Bob, I’m going to hang up.”

“I’m sorry. How does it feel being at home?” I accepted his apology for insulting Bob, and told him that it was great to be home, but that I missed him.

When the call ended, I checked that the doors and windows were locked up and headed up to bed. I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling; I couldn’t help thinking about what Dad had said. About how the press had said that I was engaged to Robert. The more I thought about it, the more I wished it was true. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep thinking about our wedding.

There would be Peace Orchids and the bridesmaids would be wearing – tasteful – pink dresses. The groom would be waiting at the altar, and I would walk down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress and everyone would turn to look at me as I made my entrance. The day would be perfect. No one to destroy it, because Dad would have got rid of my step family by then. I’ll get to the altar and we’ll exchange vows and I do’s before the vicar says “You may now kiss the bride” and Robert would lean and –

“Elizabeth!” the ice cold scream of Janice calling my name pulled me from my dream. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before clambering out bed.  

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