It was the first full moon after her sixteenth birthday. She was sure of it because she kept track of it every year in a little journal under her pillow after her old nursemaid had told her that the first full moon after your birthday would be an auspicious day. Even though she knew she was right, she still slipped her hand underneath the pillow to pull out the leatherbound object. Before she could, however, she was startled by the sound of the door opening to her room. She turned with a guilty countenance, expecting it to be one of the maids who would chide her for still sitting in bed at this hour (that was how one's breasts became droopy, they told her matter-of-factly). Instead, she caught sight of her mother at the doorway.
The exasperated look on the older woman's face suggested that she expected her daughter to be dressed or at least out of bed already. That was obvious before the woman had even opened her mouth. However, aside from her lessons in dancing in preparation for her coming of age celebration, there hadn't been anything scheduled to be done that day, as far as the young girl was aware and her expression shifted to confusion.
"You'll have to get dressed as soon as possible, Aisone. Word has come that an important gentleman is visiting nearby for his cousin's wedding. One of the girls in his cousin's house is our cook's sister and she told him that you were having your coming of age celebration soon and that you've become such a lovely young lady and..." she frowned at the widening of her daughter's eyes as the young girl realized what she was being dragged into doing.
"We don't have time for you to sit around gaping, anyway. This is a marvelous opportunity!" Seeming to disregard the fact that it was her own rambling speech that had been the holdup, the older woman tugged her daughter toward the girlish vanity sitting against the bedroom wall. Aisone dreaded the days when her mother thought to take styling her daughter's hair into her own hands, for her hands were not especially gentle when she did it.
"Oh, never mind, I have to prepare. I'll have to have Lottie brush those knots out- LOTTIE!" The sudden frenzy of her mother broke the peaceful morning's stillness and Aisone wondered if she hadn't counted the days wrong after all. Without waiting for the girl in question, Aisone's mother bustled out of the room but her voice could still be heard down the hall.
"Where is Brigit? There's a gentleman coming by to meet Aisone today and someone needs to try to teach the girl how to charm a man before supper!" The only thing that brightened her morning was the sight of Lottie hurrying in, her cheeks pink from running up the stairs and a few wild curls bouncing free from her braid. She had a conspiratorial smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she picked up the brush.
"You look like you ate a whole plate of stewed collard" she informed the girl brightly, setting to work on the messy blonde bedhead. "Maybe you don't want to heard my newwws" she drew out the last syllable and Aisone knew that she was grinning even if she couldn't see her face. Fidgeting, the girl tried to turn around to look but was pushed back into place firmly but not unkindly. "Na' now, missus says we're in a hurry. I'll tell you though if you promise to sit still. Marnie told me that she saw this gentleman in his carriage when she was out buying eggs. Said it was fine as anything and he'd a handsome face about him."
Not knowing what to say, Aisone kept her eyes on her hands while Lottie twisted her hair into an elegant style and pinned it into place. She only glanced into the mirror when she heard a satisfied huff behind her and realized that no one was tugging at her scalp any longer. "It'll be all right, birdy. Marrying for money is better than marrying for love, you can't tuck love away for a rainy day."
With that, Lottie began to pull dresses out of the closet and look them over critically. Quickly plucking out an airy gown in dove grey, she worked on preparing the stockings and corset next. Her work in dressing Aisone was further complicated by the arrival of Brigit who droned over everyone else with her endless lecturing on how to play coy and act demure in front of a suitor. At one point, Aisone thought she might have been strangled to death by her own corset when Lottie couldn't hear her whining that it was too tight. Eventually, though, she was dressed and already tuning out the plump woman's lecture.
Before she knew it, it was time to head downstairs. Lottie had come up to get her, a broad smirk lighting her cheeks. "He's handsome after all," she giggled, taking Aisone's hand and leading her toward the staircase. Every footstep felt like she was walking into the gallows and the voices coming from the parlor seemed an eternity away from her. And yet, all at once, she was standing in front of the door. She gripped the handle tightly and entered.
The man seated on one of the fine chairs next to her father had an agreeable face, that's what Aisone noticed first. He turned to the door and he smiled all the way to his eyes. She let out the breath that she had been holding and smiled back at him. Her mother practically dragged her over to curtsy as she'd been taught and introduce herself - things that only came out properly because she'd had to practice doing it so many times. The man stood and kissed her hand, making Aisone's cheeks flush red.
"My name is Arnault Reyer and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aisone."
He helped her to sit on the settee and then asked if he could take the other seat. She shot a look to her father and then to her mother who nodded impatiently. With a gulp, Aisone realized that she couldn't get the words to come out right and just nodded at him in return. Despite sitting next to her, Arnault continued to talk with her father, something about acquiring a promising pup from a recent litter belonging to his uncle.
The talk of puppies made Aisone think of the kittens and she opened her mouth without thinking. In a tumble of words she began a stream of details about the mouser in the kitchens who had just given birth and how enchanting the little kittens were now that they could finally open their eyes. She would have told him more about how she wanted the one with the grey and white fur except that she caught sight of her mother's horrified expression and shut her mouth at once. Her mother looked as though Aisone had just confessed to dancing nude on the lawn and Aisone froze again in shame, feeling the heat rising in her face.
If he had seen her mother's expression, Arnault didn't say anything about it. Instead, he turned his full attention to Aisone and smiled again. "I had a kitten when I was a little boy; she was all white with blue eyes and I named her Daisy."
That night after dinner when Aisone was curling underneath the blankets of her bed, she remembered what Lottie had said about marrying someone for money rather than love. She wasn't sure exactly how much money Arnault had inherited or invested but she pulled the blankets up over her face and wished that she could marry him anyway and keep a great many kittens around the kitchens.