An Old Fashioned Southern Romance Novel (9 page)

“Anna, what’s wrong?” She asked the girl as Warrenton slowly walked into his house.

Annabella was silent. She went to her room without a word, no matter how hard Hattie pressed her. Hattie reluctantly went to bed, not knowing what happened between Annabella and Warrenton. But before the night was over, she would know everything.

“He’s going to marry that trash!”
Annabella could no longer hold it in.

Hattie scrambled into the hallway, tying her robe at the waist and straightening her rollers. She listened intently as Annabella explained that Warrenton agreed to marry Marigold in exchange for her dropping the lawsuit. He thought it was the only way to save his father’s fortune. It
was classic Warrenton and Annabella could not believe she had fallen for it yet again. How could he even think that was a viable plan? Annabella’s only conclusion was that he wanted to marry her in the first place. Annabella eventually let Hattie return to her slumber. The girl sat up for hours before quietly slipping out of the house to go to the airport. Annabella was finally ready to complete her trip. She knew it was as good a time as any to go to London. She would not have to face Warrenton and his family at his father’s funeral and Hattie would not have a chance to talk her out of leaving again. She was going to wait at the airport for the first thing smoking to London. Come hell or high water, Annabella Olivia Devereaux was going to make her dreams come true.

Chapter
Twelve

Now just about the time that Hattie began experiencing the Empty Nest Syndrome that was created by the departure of Annabella in the Big House and Dominique at home, she received and unwelcomed surprise. Annabella’s cousin,
on her mother’s side, Vidalia, was set to arrive for an extended visit. It seemed the girl was causing all sorts of trouble for her parents and they decided to send her to Hattie to be straightened out. Hattie was looking forward to retiring, spending time at home. She felt the Devereaux’s had cooked up this visit to tether her to the family a bit longer. No doubt Vidalia was a bothersome brat, but Hattie found it all too convenient that she had to come all the way across the country to be dealt with appropriately. Surely there was some stern, Colored help in Seattle to take a switch to Vidalia’s narrow rear end. But alas, it was Hattie enlisted to bear the brunt of White folks’ inability or unwillingness to discipline their own children. When Hattie saw the girl sashaying up the promenade, she knew she had her work cut out for her. She had all of the etiquette and upbringing of Annabella and all of the attitude and unyielding manners of Caroline. She had an intense glow about her skin and bone-straight, dark brown hair that fell to her waist. She looked just like Pocahontas in a hoop skirt. Hattie had a good mind to snatch her bald if she was resolved to cause problems while visiting. Hattie had one nerve left and heaven help the poor heathen who dared get on it.

“Why Hattie, you are looking as lovely as a daisy in springt
ime. How on earth do you manage to maintain such a youthful appearance?”

“Because black don’t crack,” Hattie informed the girl.

“And so witty,” Vidalia responded. “I missed you terribly. Why, the last time I saw you, I was knee-high to a June bug.”

“And now look at you,” Hattie pretended to be impressed at Vidalia’s growth. “What brings you to town?” Hattie asked rhetorically. 

“Well, my 21
st
birthday is upon me and I thought it was time to return to my roots and find a nice Southern gentleman with which I can settle down.”

“That sounds lovely, Vidalia. But, your mother seems to think you are here because you are quite the troublemaker up north.”

“Hattie, you know full well that my mother thinks any unmarried girl is a troublemaker.”

Vidalia was speaking the truth. Hattie knew Vidalia’s mother and she was as traditional as they come. Her primary reason for moving the family to Seattle was that she thought the southern heat made girls more susceptible to the advances of boys. She was sure her daughter would cool down if they moved to dreary Seattle. But Vidalia was
a Southern girl at heart and the only thing a move north did, if anything, was keep her from spontaneously combusting altogether. So, Hattie was stuck with the little firecracker for as long as it would take for her to find a husband. Hattie knew, however, that the pickings were slim in their narrow town and if any husband were to be found there, he would certainly not be up to the standards of Ms. Vidalia. So as to not give the appearance of not wanting to be bothered with the weary girl, Hattie decided that she would let her find out on her own that there was nothing to marry around these parts. After a few months, the girl would be so ready to go back to Seattle, she wouldn’t bother packing a bag. So, Hattie prepared a room for the girl and made her a fine dinner. Vidalia may have thought she had found Hog Heaven, but Hattie had something else in mind for the girl.

When Vidalia awakened from her fabulous slumber, she expected to smell warm, buttery waffles and
delicious bacon. When she made her way to the kitchen to find out why there was no spread, she was flabbergasted. Hattie had prepared a bucket of water and insisted that Vidalia start mopping the floors.

“Hattie! What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s called domestication, Ms. Vidalia. If you hope to ever catch a husband, you must be able to keep house. You see, my dear, I will not be with you once you accept nuptials. A Southern wife is more often than not the domestic help.”

“This is insane. Why, I have never done housework!”

“No time like the present, my dear. Get to mopping.”

Hattie handed Vidalia the mop in an effort to assess the girl
’s initial skill level. While she may not have had first-hand experience, she certainly had seen the act performed at some point in her life because she was rather good for a neophyte.

“Keep up the good work, Vidalia. I have prepared a list of chores for you. Once they are complete, I will make you a delicious lunch.”

Hattie retired to her room and listened as the poor girl cursed like a sailor. Hattie was tickled. She was going to teach everyone for once and for all. The new creed was that if you came to stay in the Big House, you were going to work. And there was plenty of work to be done. Surprisingly, Vidalia got into the work she was doing and completed many of her chores happily and without much fuss. Hattie honored her commitment and prepared yummy treats for her. But, by the time dinner rolled around, Vidalia was just too tired to eat.

“I shall go and sit on the porch,” she told Hattie. “Afterwards, I shall retire for the evening.”

Vidalia went outside and sat on the porch swing in darkness that yielded only to a sliver of moonlight. She looked up at the clear, dark sky and wondered what she was doing in a place where it did not rain every day.

“I thought you were gone,” an unfamiliar voice called out.

“I just got here,” she responded, not knowing to whom she was talking.

“So, The Big Smoke was not everything you thought it would be and now you are back,” the voice continued the dialogue.

“The Big Rain is more like it and yes, I have returned. Who wants to know about it?” Vidalia called out.

“Don’t play coy with me, Anna. You are downtrodden and your dreams are shattered. Old Warren is here to pick up the pieces. Despite everything, we are still friends.”

Vidalia soon realized it was Warrenton, whom she had not seen since she was a young girl. She had the biggest crush on him, but he was always too old for her. She was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still right next door. She now knew that he thought she was Annabella and wasn’t sure if she wanted him to come over and find out otherwise or stay over there and intrigue him with her quips. Soon, Warrenton would decide for her. After a few minutes of silence, she heard footsteps on the porch. She looked up at an impressive silhouette of a man. Just as the slight moonlight struck his forehead, he stopped abruptly.

“You are not Annabella,” he told her, starring mesmerized.

“You don’t say?” Vidalia retorted.

“Who are you?” Warrenton wanted to know.

“You mean to tell me you don’t remember me, Warrenton. Why, I could never forget you. I had the biggest crush on you growing up. But, I was too young to date. Besides, you always had eyes for Annabella.”

“Little Vidalia? Is that you?”

“I’m not so little anymore. I am a grown woman,” she informed him.

“Why yes, you most certainly are,” he told her, never breaking eye contact. “You have the most striking brown eyes and hair. Wherever did you get such unusual features?”

“My great grandmother on my father’s side was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian. She was a princess. He father was the chief of his tribe. So you see, that makes me royalty.”

“I shall practice my curtsy, dear princess. In the meantime, what are you doing here?”

Vidalia went on to tell Warrenton about her adventures in The Emerald City. He seemed intrigued and listened intently like no man ever had. He never took his eyes off Vidalia’s face and was smitten with her young, supple beauty. Warrenton had his share of women, but Vidalia was like none other. She was bright-eyed and unspoiled by the disappointments of life. She was not terribly privileged, but she did not want for anything. Unlike Annabella, he thought, she was not an entitled brat who thought the whole world should revolve around her and her virtue. Vidalia seemed easy-going and fun-loving. She did not seem to be a loose girl like Caroline, but she was not afraid to express herself. Warrenton felt comfortable sitting with her and talking for hours. But, after a while, he wondered why she was not being summoned inside the house.

“Where is Hattie? It seems she would want to keep an eye on a pretty little peach like yourself.”

“She went home to spend time with her daughter before the girl goes off to college,” Vidalia told him.

“Ah, yes. Little Dominique. Seems like only yesterday that brilliant little bird was embarrassing me with her advanced knowledge of science. Sometimes we would look up at the
stars and she would correct me if I noted the wrong constellation. So, she off to college now?  That is wonderful news. But that still doesn’t explain why Hattie left you all alone.”

“Well, I should say that I earned her trust today. She gave me several chores and I completed them all satisfactorily,” Vidalia explained.

Warrenton gave a hearty laugh. “That ol’ Hattie. She is not one to waste time instilling discipline and order. I remember once she made me mow the entire lawn. Granted, it was a riding lawn mower, but I should say I was dog-tired. I deserved it too. I was being a bit of a mouthy brat and she wanted to teach me a lesson in humility. My mother and father did not object, either. No one messes with that woman. She’s got too many years of experience on us. So, you must have been a very bad girl at home to be sent here for comprehensive training.”

“No, nothing out of the ordinary for a 21 year-old woman. My parents just refuse to let me grow up.”

“My goodness, girl. You are 21 years old? Time sure does fly. Well, I would hate to leave you here all alone. Why don’t you come over to my place and hang out. I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”

“I should think not, Dear Warrenton. What would people say?”

“What people?” Warrenton looked around.

“Well, everyone. Besides, aren’t you betrothed to Annabella?”

“I am hardly betrothed to Annabella. Whatever was or wasn’t between us is over now. That woman has no claim on Warrenton Bingham Boatwright. And as far as anything that anyone has to say about us, we are two grown people who enjoy each other’s company. Nothing will happen between us that you don’t want to happen. I, madam, am a perfect Southern gentleman.”

Vidalia was either convinced of Warrenton’s chivalry or too tired to care one way or the other. She followed him across the walkway to his home where she intended to visit for only a few hours. Instead, she ended up staying over several days. Warrenton’s personal chef prepared meals and a housekeeper stopped by every other day. The two were practically inseparable for nearly a week. Vidalia went to the Big House once a day to shower and change clothes. It was on one of her stopovers at the house that she realized she had been missed.

“Where in tarnation have you been, Missy?” Hattie screamed at the girl. “I’ve been worried sick about you!”

“Calm down, Hattie. I was with Warrenton. I have been at his house.”

“At Warrenton’s house? Doing what? Oh, never mind! I don’t even want to know!”

“It wasn’t like that, Hattie. Warrenton was a perfect gentleman. As a matter of fact, I think I am in love.”

“In love? With Warrenton?” Hattie began to laugh hysterically. “You are in love with Warrenton? Well, what does Warrenton have to say about that? Matter of fact, what does his fiancée’ have to say about that?”

Vidalia looked stunned. “Warrenton is not engaged to Annabella. In fact, he said they don’t have any kind of a relationship.”

“That is so true, my dear. However, Ms. Marigold is a different matter. In fact, the only reason she hasn’t been over his house is because she is busy planning her wedding. But rest assured, after the nuptials, she will be living in the main house. Now, where you will go after that is something you should be thinking about.”