"What a nuisance."
"Come now, Mistress (f/n). A lady does not grumble."
You rolled your eyes. While maids and butlers dithered about you uselessly, all you wanted to do was to flee back to your garden and hide there for the rest of this miserable event. Your father decided that it was high time you, his only daughter, be betrothed to a man of good stature. He had organized this event so that the many selfish suitors could shower you and your father with false compliments and promises in order to win your favor and share the profit of your family's successful wine manufacturing business. Well, if your father planned on forcing you to attend, you planned on making it difficult for everyone.
You never really liked the idea of a "perfect lady," with her hair strapped to her head and her mouth closed off to the world. However, your father insisted that any female descendent of the household was required to act in such a manner. Fortunately for you, he only enforced or required such behavior in the presence of society. Such as tonight. You knew that for one night you would be required to hold your sharp tongue and smile as if every low and despicable suitor who came through the doors was an angel sent from Heaven itself. What a nightmare.
"Mistress (f/n)! Time is not with us, milady, we must get you ready."
Reluctantly, you followed the servants back to your chambers so they could prepare you for tonight's event. You could already tell, that this would not end well.
~~ Later in the day, before the event.~~
"Ah, (f/n)! Come here darling. What do you think of the flower arrangements for tonight?"
"They are very nice Father."
He raised one eyebrow, easily sensing the displeasure in your tone.
"(F/n), I know that you are not happy with the idea of being betrothed. But it is for the best my dear. When I am old and worn I want to be certain that there is a strong and intelligent man protecting my little princess."
You protested and blushed at his words. The last time he had called you his "little princess" was when you were still just a small child. Even so, you felt a happiness. Maybe you wouldn't make this hard on your father.
But you still planned to make it extremely difficult for your unfortunate suitors. Before you could make any set plans however, one of your brothers entered the room.
"Father, the cook wants your approval for the dinner tonight."
"Ah of course. I'll be back soon."
And with that he left, leaving you two alone. Alexander, your brother, was the closest to you in age and therefore the closest to you in general. He distinctly resembled your father, with his darker blond hair and light blue eyes. You remembered how he himself had recently been betrothed to a beautiful girl who came from a family of nobles. Your father had been ecstatic.
"You look beautiful (f/n). And like Mother."
You turned to the large portrait that hung on the wall. An elegant young woman with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair met your gaze and returned it full of spirit. You were a spitting image of your mother, Juliet (l/n). To be honest, you found it rather unsettling as she died to give you life. And your father a daughter.
"No. I don't think so."
"It's not that bad you know."
"What do you mean?"
"Being betrothed. And Father did say that he would allow you to choose which suitors you approved of."
"There won't be any."
Alexander sighed. You were as stubborn as your Mother as well, or so Father told you. Well, you had to be didn't you? The youngest and only girl growing up in a family full of males. At times you wondered how you were still sane. But before your brother could try to convince you further, you engaged him in a topic that you suddenly remembered.
"Are James and Christopher attending tonight?"
"Yes, they both made it in time from London. But don't worry, they wouldn't dare pull any of their pranks tonight."
"I was hoping they would actually."
He let a smile slip through. And at that moment your father came back into the room.
"The time is approaching my children. Are we ready for tonight's event?"
Even though Alexander easily recognized that the question wasn't directed at him, he nodded and proceeded down the hall to where he would help welcome the guests. 'As ready as I'll ever be.' you thought to yourself, and allowed your father to escort you to the most interesting night of your young life.