The white tent was huge holding all of the creame de la cream of the upper crust of society. I was looking ahead into the field and watching the game and I still do not know who is winning when I felt someone beside me. I turn to my left and see Charles holding two flutes of Champaign. “Thank you.” “So do you like the game?” “To tell you the truth all I know about polo is that it involve horses, sticks, balls, and men, which now that I’m thinking about sounds like a bad porno film.” I said the last part without thinking and before I could take it back or make an excuse Charles was laughing which was good since eventually he would have found out my humor. “Come on I know the best seat in the house to watch the game properly.” He grabbed my …show more content…
I mean I felt out of place when I first arrive that I wasn’t wearing an extinct bird on my head. Although I did get complements from my brown polkadote dress that I was wearing. “You pick a hat and then the other person will make a judgment on the person life based on the hat.” I just notice that Charles was still holding my hand which was nice since even though they were not as long as mind they were nice and big and warm. “How do you win in this game?’ “Oh both players win, now you pick a hat first since your new to the game.” Now he was leaning close to me and whispering into my ear. This is great, so I leaned towards him to show that I appreciate his affection. “Alright how about the black hat with what appears to be chetae feathers making a flower.” Oh god now his draping his arm around me and pulling me closer. Ok don’t panic just relax and breath. “Oh that’s easy the feather obviously mean that she is a humanitarian and the glitter on the hat means she is a wizard and the leopard shoes means she is half …show more content…
I told him not to do it with you I mean I trust you wouldn’t care about my money and know you obviously hate me so I would understand if you don’t want to see me again.” His eyes got bigger and the sadness it held was so heartbreaking. I am a complete idoit I hurt him. I hurt my sweet Charles. I stepped closer to him only a couple inches away. “Charles how many times did they actually accepted Tony offer?” Charles looked down and muttered how it didn’t matter. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I hugged him hard. “charles im so sorry next time I will let you explain instead of stoming out, I promise.” He pulled back but stilled held me. “Erik you have nothing to apologize and if you forgive I promise you never to do this again.” “oh Charles of course I forgive you if anything im glad it happen at least now you know without a doubt that I care about you only you Charles and not your money.” “Still it shouldn’t have happened.” He had that determine look on his face again. His brow forrowed, eyes piercing. It was the sixiest thing ever so, I did what only a sane person would do and kissed
I stared into his face, feeling a sense of outrage. His left eye had collapsed, a line of raw redness showing where the lid refused to close, and his gaze had lost its command. I looked from his face to the glass, thinking he's disem...
“I can’t believe we are going to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I am so excited aren’t you Jamal?”
“No, lieu, it was my bad to be so careless. I should’ve been by-the-book, and that’s my fault. Raf’s sick at home, and it’s got me all shook up, but I can’t rush into things.”
“I know that. I mean stop acting as if I’m an idiot. I could have left you at any time, today in the barn or for the past year. I decided to stay and watch. I asked to cut out the heart. Stop pretending as if I had no idea what I was doing or was too stupid to figure out what was going on. I’m not a child.” The painful heat in the middle of Maison’s chest started to spread, making their cheeks
Colet steps back from Sara, feeling the sting of her words pierce his heart. He heads to the door, where he lingers in it. “I’m sorry for my cruelty,” he said before
“I’m Sorry sir.” she said quickly. She smiled as her fingers curled around a leather wallet and she slipped it out and into her own pocket. The entire exchange lasted less than 5 seconds. “Watch where you’re going the next time!” The man hissed angrily, proceeding to complain into his cell as she walked off grinning with his
She grabbed Aya’s cold hand that almost seemed foreign to her and lightly squeezed. “For everything. For being so awful when we met. I-I’m so sorry. I n-never had the chance to tell you how important you are to me and o-oh god we never had the chance to...help you...walk. Please forgive me.”
“Dreams?” She asked, face so heartbroken it hurt me to know how badly I hurt hurt her.
But his expression stopped me cold. His eyelids scrunched tightly and his head turned 30 degrees, like he was bracing for a punch. “I know I messed up,” he mumbled, “You don’t have to yell at me.”
“No, it’s me who should be sorry,” Steve said as he cut off Tony putting his finger up to his lips. “Let’s not fight anymore.”
“You took everything from me, Ian. Don’t even try to pretend you're sorry. You're in charge of the organization that took my family from me. I could never do you that favor. You will soon understand what I’ve been
As mentioned earlier, he goes back to Paris to try to save a former servant, no matter how naive the plan is. This showed his integrity and the intention to keep every promise no matter how much it cost him. He is also decidedly honest and upfront with the Manettes about his family and background. He wants to tell them right away but the doctor insists he waits until the wedding day. Even then, Charles is exceedingly frank and expresses regret over his connection to the aristocracy in France. Lastly, Charles is a person who accepts his fate and intends to face it bravely. This is shown in the fact that he would not let Sydney Carton trade places with him. Because of this, he has to be drugged in order for the trade to
“I know that sounds really bad,but I did it to protect my friends!We were all sick and tired of Andrew just picking on us, so we stood up for each other.”I replied.
It was a gloomy day, Hurricane Hermine blew past Greenville leaving behind scattered puddles across campus as well as lingering clouds blocking most of the sunlight. The air was cool yet there was a certain electricity present that made that day feel less dreary. It was the first home college football game, East Carolina University was going to play against Western Carolina University. The two institutions haven’t played each other since 1981 and it was sure to be an interesting match up, football season was back in full swing and this match would define the success to come for the home team.
“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.