It was difficult for the Heiress to stop smiling as his words replayed in her head. "I still plan to propose properly, and you'll have no idea when or how and won't see it coming.". The thought that he was planning a proposal that would surprise her was exciting, though a very small part of her wanted to demand that he let her know when this would be taking place to ensure that she looked her best for the occasion. However, Lexi knew that anything he planned would be preferable to the insufferable gala that her father would undoubtedly have planned to show off his newest business deal of selling her to the Astor’s.
“Baby you know I will love anything you pick out and any proposal you plan, but remember that I prefer white gold.” She winked as he departed the taxi and waited until the deal had been done before exiting herself and walking into the lobby of their accommodations. The building was beautiful and opulent, and despite their dark purpose in Hawaii the socialite was elated to spend some time with Richard in such gorgeous surroundings. “I remember it wasn’t so long ago that I forgot how much I enjoyed your company…thanks for reminding me.” Her tone was light-hearted, but her words were weighty when she thought back to their meeting at her father’s party and how their romance had been rekindled.
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It was nice to be able to relax and enjoy each other’s company, and she couldn’t help but laugh as he boasted of his cooking skills. “Mmm, well we’ll just have to put that claim to the test won’t we?” Although some lunch sounded fabulous she was anxious to touch his body and feel him inside of her, and to erase all of the bad memories that Karl
Mary Rowlandson was captured from her home in Lancaster, Massachusetts by Wampanoag Indians during King Phillip’s War. She was held captive for several months. When she was released she penned her story, A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson. During much of her story she refers to the Indians as savage beasts and heathens but at times seems admire them and appreciate their treatment of her. Mary Rowlandson has a varying view of her Indian captors because she experienced their culture and realized it was not that different from Puritan culture.
.... He felt comfortable showing this side because he knew that she wouldn't laugh at him, but would be understanding because she felt the same as he did; they both longed for each other.
The year 1919 changed the face of British politics and the gender equality movement forever. Before the year 1919, there were no women politicians in Parliament. The 1919 election in Plymouth that resulted in the election of Nancy Astor is considered to be one of the most famous and most widely observed by election of British history. There are several newspaper articles and accounts of the election and its constituency. The press documented the election from its early beginning and its historic conclusion. The election is often regarded as the election with the most press influence, mainly due to its historic result and the influence that Nancy Astor had in the Plymouth constituency and the popularity that she gained from its residents. This
Her mascara smudged onto the fabric as a tear fell down her cheek onto the fluffy white pillow. Her headphones rested in her ear playing songs that held many memories of the recently broken up couple. The song that her and the short, blonde, and shy soccer player had slow danced to, played on her ipod. The memory of their slow dance at the valentine ball replayed in her mind as if she were still in the moment. She replayed how he asked her to the dance with a valentine gift- a box of conversation hearts. They met at the school to go to the dance and he gave her the red and yellow ticket. She was dressed in a pink and grey sweater and the gym was warm with all of the middle school students combined
Once her parents walked away, Jason approached his future bride and cleared his throat. "Hey....look, I know what happened with us through our childhood is in the past. We were kids then. I'm willing to put it behind me and try to get along for the sake of our parents. If you want to, great...if not, then can we at least get through this night and fake like we're on board for this? This is my way of extending an olive branch and letting bygones beat bygones. So what do you say?" Jason did have to admit, since he'd last seen her, she'd really blossomed and matured into a gorgeous woman and if she was willing to put their past behind them then this would be smooth sailing. But his gut was telling him that old feelings don't die so
Walking up dilapidated stairs, my friend and I enter into the chapter room of Beta Sigma Psi, where the Little Sisters of the Gold Rose meets every week. The fraternity house smells of stale beer and sweat, and has clear signs of past parties and shenanigans. However, we have officially become activated members of the service sorority and were attending our first chapter meeting with the entire sorority. In that chapter room we discussed future service events, volunteering opportunities, and then went around the room for anyone to share news and announcements with the group. It was at this moment that I felt like a true active member in LSGR, when everyone was interested in hearing about each other’s lives and wellbeing. While as a rushing
In the twenty-first century seeing a narrative or a story written by a woman is common, but during Mary Rowlandson ’s time it was extremely rare. The rarity and realism of Rowlandson’s narrative is why her piece is still being read today. Throughout the narrative one can feel Rowlandson’s physical pain and heartache but when many gave up, Mary Rowlandson persevered. Despite the grotesque violence and extreme loss that Rowlandson faces, she rises from her trial as a stronger woman and more dedicated servant to God then she has ever been.
“Well, I know that I’m going to screw Jason, just as soon as his plane touches down in Virginia. As for Boogie, I don’t think I’m going to pursue him after I rejected him already. I am very curious about Diamond, though. I would like to know where they met and how often he’s been with her” I said. “Honey, trust me you don’t want to know about the personal stuff because you’ll never be able to get it out of your head” Latria assured, as she continued to dig in her purse. “What on earth are you looking for?” I asked as Latria pulled out some crumpled
Darcy begins to reexamine his corrupt tone, motives, and the consequential end result of his proposal. In reviewing this, he has a change of heart and proceeds to assist in the reunion of Jane and Mr. Bingley and in the locating of Lydia from Wickham. Through these generous actions, Mr. Darcy proves he does care deeply about Elizabeth and his feelings for Elizabeth are true. Proposing a second time, Mr. Darcy completely changes his approach and therefore hopes for a different outcome. This second proposal catches Elizabeth off guard, yet she does have a more docile reaction than she did to the first proposal. Mr. Darcy’s true love for Elizabeth shines through in the sincere and loving tone of his proposal. Also, he apologizes to Elizabeth for his former arrogance, extreme pride, and rudeness in his prior proposal. Not only does his tone shift, he now has a new set of motives to support his proposal. Mr. Darcy explains to Elizabeth how fervently he loves her and how he does not care about money or social status as much as his love for her. Unlike the last proposal, he is not sure of what her answer will be, but this only causes the proposal to be more sincere. Mr. Darcy also does not want to pressure Elizabeth into marriage, so he tells her, “‘If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.’” (314). She then informs
...arate occasions; first time in the late nineties, as a betrothed, migrating temporarily to the western state; second time four years later, a ring added, and everything else the same. She lured me into her sensuous web with promises of heathen desire. Now U2 plays and other memories from my teens and early twenties come as I race across streets, bang on cars, rush to join a crowd that I no longer see, so keen and now … different. The girl, English accent, cute in my shirt, stands on the front porch after one of the many sexual expeditions, a relationship based on sex, drunken sex, never sober, and I have the customary cigarette while two other friends sit inside my shadowy glow. They feel my passion, or the remnants.
Food has been a great part of how he has grown up. He was always interested in how food was prepared. He wanted to learn, even if his mother didn’t want him to be there. “I would enter the kitchen quietly and stand behind her, my chin lodging upon the point of the hip. Peering through...
...After the proposal they talk about their past relationship by having a very benign conversation, and many misunderstandings are cleared “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings for you will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” (Austen 179).Their marriage is presented in a positive light because they have had to work hard to achieve it.
As I watch the shadows of my parents gradually disappear, a train of recollection runs into my mind, I remember the tears and laughters I truly had when I was younger, how my parent’s main intention wasn't marriage, at first, I promised my mother I would consider Paris as a husband for her level of desire and for the honour of our house, but after I was informed that I have to court paris on Thursday, I couldn't hide it.
to remember her by ,so she gives him a ribbon with twelve diamonds on it. She
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to