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.


24. Chapter Twenty Three

The next few days went by in a blur. If I wasn’t at home watching crappy daytime TV, then I was at the cafe doing a couple shifts to help Dad out while two of the part-time girls were on holiday before the new school year started.

The days started of great, but as it got to the afternoon my mind started to wander. I started to think about my first movie role, and about how I would manage to compartmentalise everything, so that I wouldn’t fail my final year at HPSDA or have to pull out of the movie.

Then my mind drifted to Daniel and Kayley, I couldn’t let them down either. Not after we’d worked so hard as a team to get to where we are. They were two of my best friends. There was no way I was about to let them down.

The weather was absolutely gorgeous, one day, so I sat outside and worked on the garden that I had once dedicated my life to. I removed the weeds from between the flowers that I had so artistically placed around the edge, and mowed the lawn. “Beth!” I heard a voice shout as I dug out a weed that I’d spotted. I stood up and peered out from behind a rose bush. I found Rosie Newman, my ten year old neighbour, staring back at me.

“Rosie.” I say as she walks through the gates to give me a hug. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” She said. “I beat my cancer.” She put on a triumphant air as she told me.

“That’s brilliant. Now we can get that book of yours published.” I said. “Come on.” I tell her to come into my house and fetch my laptop from my bed and joined her in the living room.

“I haven’t finished my book yet.” Rosie told me.

“Do you have it saved on a memory stick?” I asked. She nodded her head and headed next door to go and get it.

Before I allowed Rosie to type out the last chapters of her book, I printed off what she had so far, so that I would have something besides twiddling my thumbs to do as she finished.

I sat and read, marking bits that could be taken out or bits or bits that could be added to and the errors that Rosie had made, with a red pen. Even though she was only ten, Rosie made stupid little errors, which even adults tend to make when they’re writing. Nothing too major. I don’t think I could have written a manuscript as good as when I was ten. “What’s it like going out with someone famous?” Rosie asked with a smile on her face.

“It’s just like going out with a normal person.” I told her honestly.

“But you aren’t going out with a normal person.”

“Robert has money. Just because a person has lots of money, Rosie, doesn’t make them better than you. It just means that they are more likely to lie to you.” I said flatly before adding; “And I’m not going out with him anymore.”

“Why?” Rosie put her head to the left slightly.

“I’ll explain it to when you’re older. Now come on, we need to get your book finished.” She went back to writing her book, and I went back to reading through and editing what she’d printed out.

“But you still love him though?”

“Rosie!” I blurt out in disbelief.  “You’re ten. You should be thinking about things that ten year olds think about these days.”

“Exactly. Do you love him?” it took me a while to answer. The truth was that I honestly didn’t know, I wanted to say a resounding ‘No’ but somewhere deep down, I couldn’t do it. Something was stopping me. Life is definitely so much simpler when you’re ten years old.

At seven o’clock, I sent Rosie home to work on editing. I’d left Dad in the living room watching some sports thing on TV, and headed up to my room.

I took my laptop off the desk, and sat on my bed to write some more of my book but I fell asleep half way through a chapter.


I woke up the next morning, under the covers, and my computer back on the desk. Dad must have come up to me before he went to bed himself last night.

I found Dad on the sofa eating his muesli and watching the news. I walked through the living room, towards the kitchen door, but I got distracted by a story about Isabella. There were a couple of pictures on the screen of her on her own. And then I heard it.

“Will Robert go back to Elizabeth?”

I wouldn’t bet on it. I think to myself as I go through the kitchen door.

I had no intention of getting back together with Robert. At least I didn’t think I did. I poured milk and cereal into a bowl, and went to sit next to Dad.


At twelve thirty, I was sat on the floor in the living room, scouring a list of literary agents with Rosie. Her manuscript had been finished and edited, and we just needed to try to get it published.

“Try that one.” Rosie said pointing to the name of an agency on the screen. “And that one.”

“Ok, I think we have enough of them to email the first three chapters to.” I tell her. It was more than true; we’d picked out about fifteen agents. I opened my email – because Rosie’s only ten – and typed a query, with a brief synopsis of Rosie’s book.

Once we were done, we just sat and watched, wait for it, Frozen. To make it worse Rosie muted the sound at the songs and had me sing them. 

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