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.


19. Chapter Eighteen

Emily didn’t waste any time when we got to the hotel. She shoved me into the chair in front of the mirror, and started to do my hair and makeup. It took longer than it should have because Emily had decided once she’d finished, that she didn’t like it that way, and started again. I ended up only having five minutes to get changed into my dress before the taxi arrived out the front of the hotel.

“You going somewhere fancy then?” the cabbie asked, through his thick London accent.


“You from around here?”

“No. I’m from the North East.”

“Really?” he sounded surprised. “You don’t sound like a Geordie.” I grimace. The most common misconception that Southerners make is assuming that everyone from the North East a Geordie. He must have seen my expression, because he didn’t say anything else to me for the rest of the trip.

The taxi pulled up on the drive of the Winston Estate, and I found myself looking at something that could have been straight out of a classic novel or something. The drive was lit up by garden lights, lining the edges and there was a red carpet going up the front steps. I paid the fare and got out of the Taxi. I put my mask on as I walked up the steps, and showed my invite to the guy standing at the door, and went in.

I walked through the door into a huge vestibule featuring the grand staircase to my left there was a bust of some guy that lived a hundred odd years ago, and to my right, there was a round mahogany table with a vase of flowers on it. I walked into the centre of the room and looked up at the crystal chandelier. Each of the individual crystals reflecting the light, and then I saw someone looking down at me from the banister. I had to blink a few times before I could see them properly, but when I could they smiled at me. Then I saw that they were coming down the stairs. It was Robert.

I wasn’t ready to speak to him, so I followed the crowd in front of me into the ballroom, praying that I would buy myself some time by getting lost in a sea of people.

As I approached the other end of the hall, I ran into two familiar faces; Kayley and Dan! “Hey.” Dan said, as he spotted me.

“Hey, yourself.” I said, giving him a hug. “What are you two doing here?”

“Didn’t Robert tell you?” Kayley asked. I shook my head. “We’re performing tonight.”

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, Gael’s here.”

“Along with singers like Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran and One Direction.” Dan told me. “You do know this is the biggest charity event, this side of the Atlantic?” I didn’t actually, I thought catching Kayley wearing a ridiculously huge grin out of the corner of my eye.

“What’s up with Kayley?” I asked Dan.

“Harry Styles said hi to her.”

“Oh.” I shouldn’t have been so stupid. Dan told me that One Direction was there, and Kayley isn’t exactly the quietest Directioner there is. After all the times that she told me about how Harry Styles was her favourite member of the group, I still forgot.

Dan went to get the three of us drinks and Kayley and I stayed on the side lines seeing how many face we could recognize.

We were still enjoying our game of Guess the face, when Robert walked over and asked me to dance with him. I told him yes, and he took me onto the dance floor just in time for a slow song came on. We danced until the end of the song, and then Robert took me by the hand, and we left the room.

We walked through the house and out into the gardens at the back. Robert stopped at a stone bench and sat down, nodding to the space beside him for me to sit down. Sitting on that bench was a bad idea, I could feel the coldness of it through my dress and it took all my strength to not let it show on my face. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry you had to find out about my marriage to Isabella like that.” Robert started off.

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me.” I told him.

“I wanted to. I just never found the right time.”

“So you kept quiet?” I wanted to smack him as hard as I could across the face, but that was more of a Marti thing to do and Dad raised me better than that.

Robert opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by Dan walking up to us. “It’s time.” He said, and headed back inside.

“We’ll finish this conversation later.” I told Robert and followed Dan into the house. When I arrived back in the Ballroom, I found Dan and Kayley stood next to Gael waiting for me. I was handed a microphone, and we headed over to the small stage that had been placed at the opposite end of the room. I’m not entirely sure how, but I actually felt more nervous about performing in front of that crowd than I was about the Summer Performance.

My nerves were unwarranted though, because people actually liked our song. I felt so relieved when I got to leave the stage; the string quartet began playing some slow classic piece of music.

Once Gael had congratulated us and walked off to speak to someone we didn’t know, I headed out of the ballroom to find Robert again. I went to see if he was where I’d left him - not a chance! So I headed back inside and ran into a tall, blonde woman. She was wearing a sleek, black, floor length gown and a face like a smacked arse. “You must be Elizabeth.” She sneered at me. All I could do was gulp and nod. “A word of advice,” she looked at me sternly. “stay away from my husband.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she chuckled.

“Do you really think he’ll marry someone like you?” I wanted so much to wipe the smug grin off her face.

“What do you mean someone like me?”

“A Northerner. You have to understand, that Robert is high born, and you are below common folk.” I couldn’t believe it. I mean everyone knows about the North-South divide, but Isabella was totally going overboard.

“Well, I might be a Northerner, but at least I haven’t got my nose shoved so far up my arse, that I’ve become immune to the smell of my own bullshit.” I probably shouldn’t have said that, but she had just insulted pretty much every Northerner going. I took advantage of the silence, and walked off in search of Robert.

 Found him in the library. He was sat in an armchair facing the window; I closed the door and walked over to sit in the armchair next to him. “Hey,” I said, breaking the silence. “I just had a run in with your wife.” I told him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She reminded me that I’m not bound by the same rules as you.” I told him. “I can speak my mind, not hold my tongue.”

“The North-South divide is getting worse.” He says leaning back in the chair. I nodded as I mouthed ‘yep’. “I knew that Isabella was like that even when we were eighteen, I just didn’t think anything was wrong with what she says.”

My eyes widened. What else did she say? I was going to ask out loud when the door opened and Isabella walked in. Her eyes darted from me to Robert and then back to me. I couldn’t help the smirk that crept to my lips. 

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