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.


7. Chapter Six

"I'd like a refill if you don't mind." Dan said holding out his glass to Marti. We'd gone out last night to celebrate winning the Summer Performance and we had no intention of calling it quits for Marti and Noelle, we did take pity on them and said they didn't have to walk around the park in hula skirts because of the rain but they still had to be our slaves for two days. We were round at our flat and were supposed to be packing for Emily and I to leave for home tomorrow. But, Dan kind of sat down and didn't get back up.        

"I'll get you for this." Noelle hissed as she walked past me with a plate of biscuits. I was packing up the DVDs and CDs to try and get at least half of our stuff packed up before we left on Monday. I took a break just long enough to snag a biscuit though.        

"Hey, are you guys expecting visitors?" Kayley asked.       

"Kay, I'm dressed in leggings and a t-shirt." I told her. I knew that we'd have to pack up today so I put on the first clothes I found this morning and placed my hair into a messy bun. I told Kayley to see who it was and invite them up. I went to the door when I heard whoever it was knocking. Opening it slowly, I found Robert looking back at me, what is he doing here? I asked myself. I wasn't exactly dressed for him to visit. "Hi." I said meekly, opening the door wider to let him in. "Sorry about the mess." he chuckled has he glanced around the room. The only mess was the box by the side of the TV stand, which I’d left to go open the door. He walked over to the empty chair and sat down, pulling me over the arm into his lap.         

"You're all packed then." he said looking me in the eye.         

"Almost." I told him letting my legs dangle over the front of the chair and resting my head on Roberts shoulder.         

"We'll be off now." Marti and Noelle finally managed to say. "We have a double date tonight." We said bye though we glad to see the back of them. All day they'd whined and complained about how it wasn't fair that we’d won the Performance yesterday and personally I was tired of hearing anything they had to say. Anything. Once they'd gone, we kind of sat and watched Emily; seeing how long it would take before she noticed that there was a spider crawling on her shoulder.         

"I vote we go out tonight." Dan promptly broke the silence. Kayley and Em agreed.         

"I think I'm going to have a night in after last night." I told them. I really didn't fancy another night out plus I hadn't actually spent time with Robert since our lunch date.          

"Suit yourself. Robert would you like to join us?"         

"I think I'll keep Beth company." he told Dan. Emily went to get changed before leaving with the others and giving me a quick 'don't do anything I wouldn't do' good-bye. After they'd left, I stood up and went over to the box of DVDs and picked the out one of my favourites before putting it in the player. I grabbed the remote from the TV stand and went back to Robert who had already moved to the settee, and sat down next to him. "What did you put on?" he asked.          

"A film." I told him.          


"Wait a minute." I said getting up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and poured an entire bag of peanut m&m's into it. "I forgot about snacks." I told him sitting back down. I hit the play button on the remote and the movie began. Roberts arm came down around my shoulder and I cuddled up to him putting my feet up on the seat next to me.          

We didn't move, we just sat there watching the movie and eating m&m's. It was perfect. "So," Robert started. "Is this what dating you is going to be like then?"          

"What do you mean?" I asked.          

"Chick flicks."        

Oh. "Actually, the action movies are only for those that get to the tenth date." I giggled.            

"So I have to take you out eight more times?"           

"No, seven. Dancing in the park and getting a ninety-nine is technically a date." I told him not even trying to hide the smirk that had appeared on my face, as he brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed me. It wasn't like the first two where we were interrupted. With this kiss I could hear fireworks going off in my head and my arms made their way up his body and around his neck. It was like I had just stepped into a romance novel.            

I moved closer so that our chests were almost touching, his right arm was on the back of the sofa and his left was on the side of my neck. We stayed there for about five minutes before I stood up and took him to my room, closing the door behind us.


The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes so I shoved my leggings on and a t-shirt on and headed towards the kitchen where I found Robert cooking. I went and sat down at the breakfast bar just as he put a plate down between the two seats. He came round and sat down offering me a fork. I took it and had a mouthful of pancakes and syrup. This really is too good to be true, I told myself as I gulped the remainder of the mouthful down.  “You look surprised.” He said, apparently reading my mind.

“I am.” I told him. “I’m shocked that you, Robert Winston, know how to cook.”

“Yeah, well don’t get used to it, the extent of my culinary skills is making pancakes and beans on toast.” He told me. I wasn’t surprised to hear it but I laughed anyway. “I had a good night’s sleep last night, or I would have if it wasn’t for something under the pillow.” My eyes widened as I remembered that I always keep a book under the pillows.

“I’m sorry.” I told him putting my fork down as he picked up Ballet Shoes. “Had I known last night was going to happen, I would have moved it.” He chuckled.

“So tell me why do you keep this under your pillow?” he asked handing me the book.

“My Mam used to read to me.” I told him. It was the first time I’d told anyone, besides Emily. “Keeping it under my pillow is my way of keeping her close to me.” I told him, then I noticed his expression. “It’s sounds really lame I know, b-”

“It’s not lame. If anything, it’s a different – and slightly uncomfortable way of remembering her.” I take another fork full of pancakes. “So which one were you?”


“Pauline, Petrova or Posy?” I was little surprised that he had read it.

“I was all three.” He laughed, not realising that I was being serious. “I was good at my after school drama club and dance classes like Pauline and Posy and I used help Dad fix the car like Petrova.”

“You can fix a car? Wow, you really are one of a kind.” He joked. I pushed him to the side playfully, expecting him to just sway only he hadn’t been on the seat properly and fell off. He went to say something when my phone went off. Evie.

What time are you home tomorrow?

About eight tomorrow night. I text back, putting my phone down the breakfast bar. “I think that you should go and get dressed.” Robert said. I don’t know if it was intentional, but it sounded more like he was ordering me to get dressed.

“Why?” I asked.

“I was thinking me and you could walk around London.” He replied. I looked around the flat, there were still a few things left to be packed up.

“Ok.” I told him as I stood up giving him a kiss before heading to my room to get dressed.

I walked over to the practically bare wardrobe and took out a black and white flower dress and black wedges. I put my hair into a half up, half down look and grabbed a white cardigan and my bag before I headed back into the living area.  


“So what’s your favourite?” I asked as Robert handed me a ninety nine.

“Mint choc chip.”

“No. I mean your favourite book.”

“Oh. I don’t really know.” He said taking a bite of his ice cream. “The Railway Children, I guess. I’ve always liked the thought of living in the country watching the trains go past in the morning.” He caught the look on my face out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I didn’t have you down as train enthusiast.”

“Well, I don’t hang out at railway museums and own a café, but I do know a thing or two about them.” I chuckled as he described Roy Cropper from Coronation Street. I couldn’t imagine him sitting down on a week night, and watching the soaps.

“I don’t think all train enthusiasts are like that somehow.” I told him.

“Come on.” He said pulling me off the bench we were sat on.

“Where’re we going?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?” was his answer.

It turns out the big surprise was The Globe Theatre, Robert had a gigantic smile on his face and I just didn’t have the heart to tell him that I came here once a month to watch a production of one of the Bard’s plays. The last one I saw was King Lear, but it wasn’t the acting style that I fell in love with; it was the costumes. It always is. The different costumes that I would get to wear as an actress, is what I have loved about the industry since I little and I haven’t changed my mind since. Robert came out of his reverie to pull me up on stage with him. It was weird, being at the Globe while it was empty. But then on a Sunday, most places usually are. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand…” Robert began.

“Don’t you know Romeo and Juliet is the most overrated play there is?” I asked putting my finger to his lips.

“Ok. So which play do you like then?”


“Othello?” he asked, his voice going higher.

“Mhm.” I replied. “It’s underrated by everyone and I think it highlights something that still affects people today.”

“Really? What’s that?” he leaned against the pillar.

“Racism and the way human beings intentionally seek out the flaws in people that are different, out of spite.” I told, feeling pretty pleased with my analysis of the play. Though I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I didn’t say anything like that when I was studying it at A level. “We find their most fatal flaw, and then we use it as a way to make them look animalistic. It’s kind of sad that that’s what still goes on really.”

“You, Elizabeth are definitely not just a pretty face.” Robert told me as he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him.

“The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree…” I started singing Desdemona’s Willow song from act four, and we stayed where we were for until someone else walked into the Theatre.

“Robert Weylin Winston!” I turned round to a tall, slender woman wearing a pale green skirt and jacket walking towards us. Well, I say walking, it was probably more cantering.

“You must be the elusive Elizabeth that Robert keeps talking about.” She said looking me up and down. “Well, at least you know what clothes are. So many young women these days struggle with that.”

“I don’t think they struggle with-” I was cut off when she spoke to Robert. She told him that he needed to take over his father’s duties in the afternoon. As much as I hated the woman for talking over me and ignoring me, I was also terrified of her. As I waited for the mother and son argument to cease, I began wondering if Mrs Winston would be able to frighten my step family a little. That way they might be a tiny bit nicer to me. It was a nice thought, but the woman clearly thought of nothing else except how her family looks to the outside world.

“I’m afraid, I’ve got a polo match this afternoon that I completely forgot about.” Robert told me once his mother had gone.

“You play polo?”

“Don’t sound too surprised. Anyway, I’d understand if you don’t want to come I’ll have Joshua drop off at yours.”

“Robert,” I looked him in the eye. “I’m from the North East ok. As much as it would be cool to, I never get invited to watch Polo games.”

“So you’ll come to watch?”

“Duh.” I jumped of the stage and we headed out of the theatre. I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that I, Elizabeth Haley Satterfield, was going to see a Polo match. I started thinking about who else would there and if I get to meet the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Not to mention Prince Harry!

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