Realistic or Modern The Gilded Age

[SandraDeelightful]

Grace Malloy woke before the sun even rose, as she did most days. She always let her sister, Jennie, sleep until it was time for breakfast. There was no reason to wake her so early. She quickly got dressed, wearing one of the black dresses that she had for work. Almost all of her dresses were for work, and all her work dresses were black. She had two other dresses, one blue and one pale pink, both of which once belonged to her mother. She only ever wore them to church on Sunday. Otherwise, it was black. It was a dull color, but she didn't have a reason to wear anything else.

Her apartment was pitiful. She had moved into a smaller one after the death of her mother and her father just walking away. This apartment was in the same building, but much cheaper. It was only one room, with a kitchen in one corner, and minimal furniture. There was just a mattress for a bed, which Grace and Jennie both shared. There was a table with only two chairs, and a nightstand, as well as a wash basin and a mirror. Not even a couch. But it was the most that Grace could afford. She had a roof over her head and food on her plate, she was better of than plenty of others.

Once Grace had dressed, she fixed her hair in the mirror. She had bags under her eyes, and she looked a little gaunt, however, she didn't have the luxury to care. She didn't do anything fancy with her hair. She simply pinned it up in a simple bun, with a few stray curls that refused to stay in place fell out and framed her face. Once she was done she went into the kitchen and began to prepare oatmeal for breakfast, while humming one of her favorite songs, I Am Stretched Out On Your Grave, a song from her native Ireland.

She often thought back to Ireland, and how much better life was here. She remembered her parents telling her that life in America would be better for all of them, and it had for a while. But after her mother got pregnant, things seemed to go downhill. Her mother had been weak throughout her pregnancy, and then when Jennie was born, she died. Her father became a different person, drinking and shouting. And then one day he left, and never came back. Grace remembered that night. She waited up for him until the early hours of the morning, and fell asleep at the kitchen table. She remembered being scolded and having her pay docked for being late the next day.

She always looked back on her time in Ireland fondly. She remembered her mother would always be singing a cheerful tune, so unlike the melancholy song Grace was currently humming. Her parents were happy, and her father only indulged in a whiskey every once in a while. She remembered her mother singing and her father dancing with her. They were both so happy, even if there wasn't much money. Now, there was much money or happiness. The only light spot seemed to be Jennie. Grace adored her, and their relationship seemed to be more like a mother and daughter rather than one between sisters.

Once the oatmeal was done, Grace spooned it into two bowls. She put the bowls on the table before she went over to the matress and began shaking Jennie. Jennie resembled her father more, while Grace took after her mother. Jennie woke up and the two of them went to the table to eat. Once they were done, Grace helped Jennie get dressed and ready for the day. One of the women upstairs watched Jennie for a small fee while Grace worked. Jennie grabbed her doll, whom she called Rosie, as Grace put on her coat. Doll was a kind word for it, though. It was a stuffed baby doll made out of old clothes and old scraps of fabric. Even in Ireland, Grace didn't have a doll and she had always wanted one when she was little. She figured that Jennie should have some sort of toy.

Once Grace had dropped Jennie off Ms. Allen's, the woman who watched her during the day, Grace headed off to work. As she walked, she felt herself be stifled by the city. That was something else she hated. Ireland was so open and green and beautiful. New York was foggy and grey and crowded. She made her way into the building and to her machine and started getting to work right away, ready for another long and hard day.

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[MarkNorbert]

The young lad, Jacob H. Andrews strolled around the populous streets of New York in his favourite attire, a black top hat, with a black coat with a contrasting collar, a waistcoat decorated with a watch chain, a wide ascot tie, a pair of square-toed shoes and a pair of black full-length trousers, and accompanied by his cane, bearing the Andrews family crest, a beautifully decorated anchor. It was by far, his most treasured outfit, wearing it for most occasions and he was most fond of it. His mother would always bother him to acquire additional clothing for most social gatherings, and on some occasions, she would succeed, despite her eldest son’s irritations. For at least five months, Jacob escaped his mother’s scolds regarding his fashion choices, since he was sent to Boston by his father, Henry M. Andrews, to a friend of his, Mister Jack Williams, an important factory owner in Boston. Jacob would remain in Boston to be taught by William for a while, to see how other factories operate and hopefully, to learn new innovations and to bring improvements to his father’s own factory. And after five months, Jacob travelled back to New York, just in the nick of a time to be available to attend to one of his mother’s night parties. An event Jacob resented, as everyone from his family, with the special exception of his younger brother, James, would try to marry him off to someone of status in New York.

The busy streets of New York slowly dispersed and from a distance, Jacob eyed Edward Wildlings, a man in his late thirties, who has been appointed by Jacob’s father to accompany him and take care of him. Wildlings’ legs were shaking from all his running to Jacob and as he finally reached young Jacob, the man loudly gasped for air, his heavy breathing taking his words away.

“Good heavens Edward, take it easy.” Jacob gently patted the man on his back. “You are a young lad no more, so do take it easy.”

“Master Jacob, sir.” Wildlings straightened up, taking one final gasp of air, before adjusting his clothes. “It is a pleasure to see you once more. Your father was worried for you.”

“And why’s that? Are there thugs sent out to teach dear father a lesson?” Jacob joked, a smile crossing his handsome face.

“Dear Lord, I hope not. No, he was oddly shocked to find your carriage at the estate, with your presence absent. “Wildlings explained. “He sent me to find you and escort you safely to the estate.”

Jacob hesitantly nodded and motioned Wildlings to follow him. The aged man followed Jacob, pulling a letter out of his pocket and coughed, grabbing Jacob’s attention.

“A bother to you, I’m sure, Master Jacob, but you have quite the schedule today.” Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed. “Your father requests that you accompany him to the factory today. Once that is over, your dear mother and sister would wish to speak to you regarding your attendance to tonight’s party that your mother is hosting. Mister Rogers would wish to speak to you regarding that watch you have ordered from England and last, but not least, your brother needs your assistance regarding something he told me would be an Andrews brothers business that he cannot divulge.” Wildlings wrapped the letter back in his pocket and looked for a response from Jacob.

“Is that all? I was expecting more, but no bother. I assume my father is already on his way to the factory?” Jacob glanced at a nodding Wildlings. “Then that is where we should go.”

Jacob and Wildlings travelled to his father’s factory, a highly successful textile factory that was founded by Jacob’s grandfather, years ago. It had a decent amount of workers and the profits it provided ensured that the Andrews family would be a notable family in New York for a prolonged period of time. And Jacob was the main inheritor of such a business. His father ensured to prepare Jacob for when the time arrived and Jacob took his destiny and responsibilities as the heir of the Andrews family quite seriously.

The two men arrived at the factory, where Henry waited for Jacob. Jacob was a spitting image of his father; only difference was the absence of wrinkles and grey hair, but nonetheless, Henry emitted an authoritarian aura around him, a man with life experiences that thicken him for the adventures of a business man in the depths of a growing city. Jacob and Wildlings greeted Henry polite fully.

“Must you always scare your mother? Good Lord, the horrors I had to hear from your mother’s mouth about the inexistent kidnapping of her precious son.” Henry’s old voice spoke. “Now then, now that you are here. Come.” Henry motioned to Jacob to follow him inside the factory. “Wildlings, go back to the estate and inform my wife that her son is well. And alive.” Wildlings shortly bowed and turned on his heels, rushing away.

Both of the Andrews walked inside the factory, the sounds of the busy streets immediately replaced by the loud machinery noises and the muffed voices within the factory. It never changed. It still held the same echo, the same smell and the same dim colours. Only change was the addition of new faces which Jacob did not recognize, for the time being. They were greeted by everyone who came across in their path.

“How was Boston?” Henry broke the silence between the two.

“Oddly unfamiliar, but a valuable experience. Mister Williams taught me well.” Jacob answered.

“Has he now? Good. Tell me what have learned.” Jacob started explaining to his father the things Williams taught him in Boston and brought new ideas and ways of increasing productivity and quality. His father showed no emotion, only nodding at his son as he listened carefully to Jacob’s words. “Very well. We will see how you will put that to good use.” Henry tapped his cane on Jacob’s chest. “You should hurry back home, your mother is ready to bore you with the party she is hosting.”

“I heard she is having some...issues with servants.” Jacob stated, earning him his father’s curiosity. “Wildlings told me on our way here.”

“Yes, your mother is having some issues. But I’m sure she will handle it.” Henry turned around, facing the staircase leading up to his office. He stopped in his tracks when Jacob called him out.

“I might have a solution for it. And an opportunity for the factory.” Jacob said, his father now faced him again. “You said that you were having some slight problems with the consent of some of the workers.” Jacob gestured towards the workers. “Why not offer them the opportunity to attend today’s party as servants. And pay them for their time.”

“And why would I do that? They will be tired tomorrow for work and it will slow down production.” Henry explained.

“Yes, you are right father, you will have a lower production tomorrow, but if you give them an opportunity to earn a little today, in the following days, they will be happier for the little...bonus of income and I’m sure their work will compensate for the loss of production for tomorrow. It might even increase it.” Jacob explained.

“Williams taught you this?” Henry asked with a small smile on his face. “These are factory workers, not servants.”

“We will pick only those who we know that they can do it. You always say that I need to take the initiation. So here it is.” Jacob out-stretched his arms, eyeing his father filled with hope.

“On your head would be the consequences of their mistakes. And this time, no one will protect you from your mother.” Henry gave in, turning around and walking up the stairs to his office.

“You won’t regret it father!” Jacob thanked him and spoke with one of the people in charge of the workers to have a quick gathering as soon as possible. Then, he would inform everyone that if anyone would like to earn a little money, there is an opportunity for tonight, if they so desire.

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As Grace worked at her machine, she began humming to herself. She did so quietly, so not to disturb the other workers around her. Even though it would have been hard to hear her anyway of the whirring of the machines. Her mind often drifted when she was at work, dreaming of a multitude of different things. Dreaming of the distant memory of her life in Ireland. Dreaming of her mother still being alive. Dreaming of her father still being with her and her sister. Wondering if she had made her mother proud. Wondering if her father would ever come back.

She knew it was stupid, but if her father came back, she would probably forgive him. She remembered the man he was when her mother was alive. He was always laughing and telling jokes. And when her mother would sing with her lovely voice, her father would join her, singing badly, but it made Grace and her mother laugh. Even if he had just left without a word, becoming a shell of himself in the last years Grace knew him. She would always remember the man he was when she was little. A fun and hardworking man who loved his family dearly.

Grace's eyes raised and she took a quick look around the factory. There were far too many children for her liking. It just spoke volumes of how many people needed money. Grace was grateful that she didn't have to work when she was so young. When she was young, her parents both just had her to support, and when Grace began working she was only supporting two. It was so unlike so many other families who had five or six or even more mouths to feed. Grace was glad she didn't have to worry about caring for so many, and instead, it was just her and Jennie.

Grace was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her name called. Grace looked over and saw one of her co-workers, Emma O'Leary, who was also an immigrant from Ireland. She was waving Grace over with a concerned look on her face. Emma was only two machines away, but Grace was still concerned about leaving her machine, even if it was going to be for just a few moments. Still, the look on her friend's face made Grace concerned as well. Grace looked around the making sure that none of the foreman's were watching. With a deep breath, Grace stepped away from her machine and went to Emma.

Emma began telling Grace about some kind of kink in her machine, almost sounding scared to get the foreman involved. They both knew that if any parts of the machine, it would come out of their paycheck. Grace helped Emma as best she could and after a moment, they both breathed a sigh of relief when the machine began whirring again. Emma smiled brightly and thanked Grace as Grace hurried back to her machine. However, as she was walking, she was so distracted looking around to make sure she wouldn't run into any of the foremen, ended up accidentally bumped into someone.

Grace's cheeks heated up, always someone to be easily embarrassed, and she looked at the man she had bumped into. She didn't know exactly who he was, but judging by his clothes, he was wealthy, and most likely important. Her hazel eyes widened, and the red in her cheeks deepened.

"I'm so sorry, sir," said Grace. She still had her Irish accent, but after so many years in America, there was a little bit of American in there. She sounded extremely nervous, and she was sure she would be getting into trouble for leaving her machine. She bit her lip, expecting some sort of reprimanding for doing so.

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[MarkNorbert]

Jacob’s cane fell down on the factory’s floor when someone bumped into him. He let out a disappointed groan as he kneeled down, his fingers wrapping around the cane and picking it up. He slowly stood up and re-arranged his black top hat and collar. His eyes darted towards the person that bumped into him, with calm eyes. Judging by the clothes she was wearing, she must’ve been a worker at the factory.

“Dear heavens, this is the first time someone bumped into me. I must have done something wrong, standing in the way, like a clueless child.” Jacob said, with a relaxed, almost humorous voice. “Are you alright?” he asked.

His eyes darted on her, looking her up and down, her cheeks completely red, for what Jacob would call, a very odd reason, no doubt. Perhaps this was her first time bumping into someone? Or perhaps just at the factory? And is she Irish? Jacob could pick up the accent, but could not put his finger on it. Truth be told, Jacob did not meet any Irish person so far or rarely spoke to his father’s workers, for that matter.

“Where are my manners? My name is Jacob. Jacob Henry Andrews.” he said, quickly, as he completely forgot to present himself and wanted to do so, before she would say anything. It was a very rude approach, he thought to himself, in the back of his mind. He now regretted it. He must surely look like an idiot to her by now. “I apologize, my enthusiasm is taking-” he paused, clenching his fist and biting his bottom lip, eyes closed for a second. “I’ll let you speak. I apologize.”

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Grace recognized his name, and her eyes widened even more. She had ran into her bosses son, and her cheeks heated up even more. However, she did calm down a little bit, as it seemed that he wasn't mad at her. Still, he could realize that she had left her machine, and she could still get a reprimanding.

"I'm all right, sir," said Grace, her voice soft and timid. "Are you? I'm really sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going."

Grace was most likely panicking for no reason, a small voice inside her told her she was. She often panicked easily, and she was well aware that her position was easily replaceable. There were plenty of people who were unemployed who would love to have her job. She was always afraid that she was going to end up making the wrong move and lose her job because of it.

"I'm Grace Malloy, sir," Grace added, her voice still soft and timid. She always felt nervous around people whom she hadn't met before. Especially when that person was of such a high status and the son of her employer. One wrong move, and her job would be gone.

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“I’m alright, no worries about that.” Jacob reassured her. “But I’m more worried about you. You are red as a tomato.” Jacob leaned in, carefully paying attention to her, wondering if she, by any chance, was feeling ill. Perhaps he should speak with one of the foremen and ask them to look after her for a few days.

When Grace told Jacob her name, the young man bowed in front of her with a tip of his top hat and smiled widely. “A pleasure, lady Malloy.”

“Now that I have stolen some of your time, I would like to offer you an opportunity to earn a little bit more for tonight. My mother is looking for a few more servants, to help at her party. I have taken matters into my own hands and I am looking to hire two or three ladies to help her for tonight.” Jacob explained. “You will be paid, by me. I’m not sure if you have met Wildlings yet, but he will come by today to see if anyone is interested. And as for the payment, you will be paid equally to one week of work in the factory. I assume that is, decent enough. I hope” he scratched his beard, his thoughts running across his budget. Within these thoughts, one lingered long enough to make Jacob remember that his mother wished to speak with him before the party.

“I’m afraid I will have to be absent for today in the factory. Think about the offer when Wildlings will come by, if you are interested. And if you are, give him this.” Jacob gave Grace a simple silver ring, with a big smile on his face. “Until next time, be well, my lady.” Jacob tipped his black top hat once more and marched out of the factory in a hurry. This time, he decided to use a carriage for travelling, as it was the quickest way to navigate throughout the city of New York and that might help him tame the beast at home, which gave birth to him.

Jacob’s carriage took him to the richer district, composed out of beautiful buildings and well-dressed people. One could easily assume all these people were gentle. It was the opposite. Each one of them looked at their own gain, using their heritage and blood to gain even the slightest advantage in the world of the above. Jacob’s family was not so different either. His mother and sister loved being women of grand standing, his father adored the wealth he was attaining and was looking to begin building new factories. It was only Jacob and his younger brother, who seemed to be not interested in the games of power. James’s passion was to travel and was, in all his might, preparing himself to begin his journey. With God’s blessing, that was a light quest to perform, as the responsibilities of heritage were not thrown over his shoulders. Jacob had that undesired burden. His mind found the handling of such endeavours effortless, but mundane in his eyes.

The Andrews estate came into view. Built by Jacob’s great grandfather, the estate is nothing but a magnificent construction. A decent enough sized villa with two floors, the front of the villa completely covered in living green and a beautiful garden to strike at the nostrils of every passer-by. It was the jewel of the Andrews. Their home. Their burden. Jacob saluted the man who brought him home and rushed at the entrance, where his sister has been gossiping with other ladies.

“My dear brother decided to come home.” Evie smiled.

“It is always a wonderful pleasure to see my sis-“ Evie coughed loudly, interrupting Jacob instantly.

“Mother is waiting for you inside. She has waited long enough. Now shoo, start being the Andrews heir for once in your life.”

Jacob simply nodded and tipped his hat at Evie’s female companies and walked inside his home. The entrance of the building was massive. A huge room with a long well decorated staircase leading to the first floor of the house. It was also the place where the party would take place, with the addition of the room next to the entrance, a long room with paintings, small tables and chairs and a long table, which will serve as the source of liquor and sweets for tonight.

Jacob’s mother was standing right in front of him, her frown studying Jacob carefully. The woman was completely beautiful, a beauty that aged perfectly, resembling a good bottle of wine. Henry clearly is blessed by God with such a beautiful wife and a successful business.

“Dear mother.” Jacob greeted.

“I was starting to wonder how long you would have made me wait for you.” she stated, angrily. The two stood in awkward silence until his mother reached out for him, hugging him. “How is Williams?” she smiled, brightening the atmosphere.

“Oddly charming, as you said. The man sure has his way around the ladies. Hard to believe a man like him is faithful to one woman.” Jacob joked, earning himself a gentle slap on his shoulder from his mother.

“He clearly extended his charm to you, I see. Humour clearly does not fit you. But in any case, I assume Wildlings informed you.” Jacob hesitantly nodded, following his mother into the main room. “There will be a lot of important people at the party tonight Jacob. And their daughters too. And before you refuse again, I’ll let you know that both I and your father have taken our time to look for only the best choices for you. So do make sure you pick one!

“I will-“ he paused hesitantly. “I will see to it. Also, I have hired three more servants to help you with the party.”

“Nonsense, I do not need help for this. My dear boy, I am well experienced with such events, I do not need help.” his mother frowned at her son.

“Mother, please. It is not only to help you out, it is also to help me out. A lesson. Something Williams told me to do.” Jacob lied, but this time, it seemed that it worked. His mother sighed in frustration, but she agreed nonetheless. “Where’s James?” Jacob asked.

“Out of New York. Business, he says, but we all know his endless desire for explorations never ceased to amaze us.” his mother replied, occupying herself with the preparations for the party.

Out of the Andrews estate, the loyal Wildlings was reaching the factory, with a paper in his hand. Once inside, he immediately informed one of the foremen that he will be asking every lady if she was interested for tonight. Wildlings was also curious to see which one was in the possession of Jacob’s silver ring.

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If was possible for Grace to get any more red, she would have. She felt so completely embarrassed to have bumped into the son of the man who ran the factory, especially since that man would be her boss eventually, if she was so fortunate to still have work in the factory by the time he took over. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Of course, it didn't help that he was teasing her. Though she could tell that it was all good-natured, and it looked like he was well-meaning, and really didn't mean any malice by what he was saying.

Grace was simply pleased that he wasn't angered with her for leaving her machine, at least, he didn't seem to be angry with her. A wave of relief flushed over her, and her face even lightened up with a small smile when he told her of a job at a party. And for it to cover a weeks worth of her wages at the factory? To Grace, it was almost like a dream come true. Grace took the ring from him, and nodded, placing it in her pocket. It almost felt wrong of her to have that in her possession. It was so much finer than anything she had owned, probably more expensive than anything she ever owned. Even if she was just holding on to it for a little while seemed wrong.

"Thank you, sir," said Grace, giving him a clumsy curtsy. It seemed like the right thing to do, as he had bowed to her. "Your offer is wonderful. And again, I really am sorry."

Grace hurried back to her machine and quickly got back to work. The deep blush on her cheeks seemed to die down, leaving only a little bit of faint pink. Even though she was working quickly, trying to make up for lost time, she kept checking her pocket, making sure that the ring was still there. She didn't want to lose it, and even if she was staying at her machine, she was still scared she would lose it. She was incredibly excited for the prospect of a little extra money. It had been so long since the last time she had a little extra money on the side. She most likely would save it, and keep it for a rainy day. She was never one for luxury, and just in case anything happened with her job, it would be a good idea to have some money on the side.

She continued on with her work, humming cheerful songs from Ireland. She felt like her mood was better after bumping into Jacob, even if she felt rather embarrassed by the encounter. Still, she had the chance to make extra money, and that was good news to her. She didn't know who this Wildings was, but she would be keeping her ears open for any sign of that name. She was eager to sign up for this job. She had never worked in any for of service before, but she was sure that she could handle it for one night. She could hardly wipe the small smile off her face at the thought of just a little extra money to have in case of a rainy day.

It was sad to Grace that she was in such a position, and that there were probably plenty of others who were in the same position as she was. She didn't think that it was very fair that there were so many who were in such a similar situation, but she couldn't really protest. There were so many others who were in far worse positions that Grace was. Grace had a roof over her head. She had food. She had her health. And she had Jennie, who also had a roof over her head, food, and her health. That was what was most important to Grace. She loved her little sister, their relationship was more like mother and child, rather than sisters. She was always so protective of her, and wanted to keep her from the factories for as long as possible. Factories were no place for children, and Grace wanted to give Jennie as close to a normal childhood as possible.

She was still reaching in her pocket every few minutes, still worried that she had dropped the ring, despite the fact that she hadn't moved. She was so excited for tonight, and the prospect of making just a little extra money.

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Wildlings did his duty, as instructed by Jacob, and went back to the factory in search of the three ladies chosen by Jacob to perform their tasks as servants for his mother’s social gathering. Each lady had three different silver items, given all by Jacob. A ring, a pocket watch and a bracelet. Wildlings knew these items very well. They were, after all, gifts given to Jacob from Wildlings. He took his time carefully picking them for the young lad, but no matter what he would have bought, Jacob would have accepted it regardless of value.

Wildlings was and still is, like a father for Jacob. His second father, to be more precisely. Jacob’s father did not have the luxury to spend time with his sons. A business man at heart, he instead choose to look after their family’s well-being and opportunities. He understood the sacrifices he had to make and more importantly, the lessons he had to pass onto his sons. He acted more of a teacher to Jacob and James rather than a father. That gap was filled by Wildlings. A calm, obedient, loyal and polite gentleman who has been present in the Andrews family ever since Jacob opened his eyes and awed upon the world. A man who would gladly serve his young masters, treat them just like his own sons. Wildlings immediately informed the trio about the time they have to be at the estate and that he and Master Jacob would be waiting for them at the entrance for instructions. And with that, the calm man walked out of the factory and returned back to the estate, to help begin preparations for the long awaited evening.

Time flew by fast and before everyone knew it, the sun surrendered his glorious throne up on the sky to the mysterious and dark lady of the night. The Andrews estate was crowded with well-dressed men and women, all gathering next to each other, chatting and plotting together. Jacob was not spared the scolding of his mother, supported by his dearest sister. The two women have been overflowing Jacob with names left and right, discussing about how many unmarried ladies would be present at the party and how many opportunities Jacob had. All he had to do was to choose one. An act he has become quite displeased about for the past few rough years.

“The night will not be over, not until you pick one!” his mother scolded Jacob, running her delicate fingers throughout Jacob’s hair and re-arranging his black festive coat.

“Mother, please. You have been bothering me about this for God knows how long.” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, a smile finding its way up on his face. “You have to trust me. I will find someone. Patience, dear mother.”

“I have been patient for far too long. I have the impression you simply do not desire to marry.”

Jacob rushed away from his mother and sister, their cries muffled by the continuing growing presence of people and their vision obstructed by the crowd, losing sight of Jacob and, without any other option, giving up on following him. Jacob took advantage of this and rushed downstairs, in the entrance hall, which was completely overcrowded. Wildlings was standing still at the end of the staircase, his eyes, piercing among the sea of bodies, dressed in an elegant formal black suit, his hands held tightly behind his back.

“Enjoying the scenery?” Jacob grinned wide at him.

“Joyful. Master Jacob, I believe it is time for the wonderful ladies to finally arrive.” Wildings said, walking outside of the estate, followed by Jacob. “Master Jacob, I must ask. Why did you wanted them to be lied about the time the event started? Shouldn’t they have been present before th-“

“My dear Wildlings, it is all part of my plan. Worry not.” Jacob smiled.

Both of them waited outside for the three ladies to arrive. Time passed and none arrived. It was true that they went out a bit earlier than needed, but ensuring that they were there before their arrival was very important. And before they knew it, one arrived and was immediately told to go inside through the back entrance. The second one arrived and was informed as well. When the third one arrived, both men escorted the last female into the back entrance and once inside what appeared to be a storage room for the house, Jacob presented himself.

“Now that you are here, I would like to thank you for your acceptance and presence, here, tonight. It is vital for me and, an opportunity for you. Wildlings here,” Jacob turned to him and motioned to him to reveal three leather purses, all heavy with coin. “Once the evening is over, return back here and Wildlings will give you your payment for tonight. Now, I would like to inform you about your duties tonight. You will not be present near the guests, courtesy of my dearest mother and sister. You will help behind closed doors.” Jacob pointed at one of the ladies.

“Elizabeth.” Wildlings said.
“You will be in charge of helping the other maids around the house.”

“Mary.” Wildlings said, as Jacob pointed to the next one.

“I would like you to help in the kitchen. You don’t have to do much, just listen to the chef.” Jacob smiled at the two and motioned them to get moving, but before he would dismiss them, he asked for the jewellery to be returned back.

“Grace.” Jacob spoke before Wildlings, making the old gentleman surprised. “I have a special task for you.” Jacob looked at Wildlings and smiled. “You were supposed to help with something, but I’ve forgotten about it, therefore I have a new task for you. Please, come with me.”

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Grace couldn't wipe the smile off her face for the rest of the day. The prospect of earning a little more money was exciting to her. She couldn't believe that of all the other girls in the factory, she had been one of the few chosen to help during the Andrews' party. She felt rather honored by that. She was humming happier tunes throughout the day. She continued her habit of checking the ring Jacob had told her to hold onto throughout the day, even after Wildlings came.

She had immediately went to the manor after work, not wanting to be late. She didn't have the time to go to her apartment and tell Ms. Allen that she would be late tonight. She would give Ms. Allen a little extra for watching Jennie for longer than usual, especially since it had been without warning, and she was sure that Jennie would also be worrying. She still was wearing the same black dress that she had worn for work. It wasn't that different from the black dresses that many maids wore, though she was sure her's was a bit more worse for wear. She had the dress for a long time there were plenty of holes that she had stitched up, as well as plenty of frayed threads.

The manor was the fanciest place she'd ever seen. It was rather exciting that she would be allowed in such a house, even if she didn't see much of it. She had seen the other two girls around the factory, but she didn't know they're names, and she doubted they knew her's. Apart from Emma and a few other girls, Grace kept to herself. Even the ones she did talk to, Grace couldn't say that she was exactly close to them. She really didn't have friends that she was close to since she was in Ireland, and as she couldn't read or write, she couldn't send letters to them. It was something she missed. She was shy as a child, as well, but she did have a small friend group, and she still longed to have that feeling of close friends. As she approached the manor, she began pulling back some of the loose strands of hair that had come out during the work day. Her bun always seemed to be doing that at the end of the day. She wanted to look her best being in such a great house.

Grace watched as the other two girls were given their orders and set about to fulfill them. She waited, with her arms down at her side and her eyes looking at the ground. She was expecting Wildlings to tell her what she was to be doing. However, Grace's cheeks heated up as he spoke to her. She was nowhere as red as she had been earlier in the day, but there was a light dusting of pink across her cheeks. She was glad that he remembered her name. She was determined not to embarrass herself any more than she had earlier in the day.

A look of confusion crossed her face as he said that he had a special task for her to complete. She couldn't imagine what it was, but she was grateful that she wouldn't be working around any of the guests. She was always terrified of being around people, and it would be especially hard if she was around people who were so much better than her. She was well aware that factory workers and servants were the same in one regard, they were meant to be seen and not heard. Grace obediently followed Jacob, keeping her head down. It was then she remembered the ring he had given her. She knew the other two had given Jacob's items back to him. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.

"Oh, sir," said Grace softly. "Your ring."

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[MarkNorbert]

“Keep it. You’re going to need it.” Jacob offered a kind smile to Grace. Jacob swiftly motioned to Grace to keep up with him, an uneasy atmosphere surrounding him, looking at each corner and hallway with a heavy stare. The empty hallways they walked were from dimly lit to pitch darkness, where no one was supposed to be in these parts of the manor for tonight, let alone at this hour. Jacob turned dead in his tracks and faced Grace. “I’m sorry if this is terrifying, I’m sure it does feel like it.” he gave her his best smile he could offer. “I’m in a very difficult spot and I need your help. My dear mother is trying her hardest to make me marry a woman I have no feelings nor interest to share the rest of my life with, but the pressure she is making on me and my father is heavier with each passing day and I need your help.” he hurriedly explained, turning around, taking a few steps away, beginning to walk again, motioning for her to follow him silently. He wasn’t sure if she would continue to follow him or not. He was certain she wouldn’t have followed him, but perhaps it was in her best interest to follow him for now, being alone in the manor at this hour, in these parts will look wrong in other’s eyes and it was clear as the daylight that she didn’t knew the manor that well. Jacob hoped that. If she remembers the way back, then maybe she was contemplating about taking that path as quickly as she could. Jacob carried on and reached a door, opening it and stepping inside. He entered in a considerable and beautifully decorated room, in front of them, a high quality polished wooden staircase leading upstairs. “This is our family’s library. We have a good collection of literature and other type of books here. If you ever desire a book, just say a word.” he waved around the poorly lit room. All around the room, upstairs and downstairs, were bookshelf’s filled with endless books, with all sorts of genres, from European literature to foreign ones, from scientific ones to historical ones.

Jacob climbed the staircase, onward, on his left, paintings decorating the white walls. All paintings were faces that Jacob knew very well. His parents, his grandparents and other family members. Right before climbing the last step, he stopped and slowly pointed at the painting next to him. “This is my great-great-grandfather. The man was a determined patriot of our nation and was proud of it, considering this home, the place where all the good of men was poured in. He was a good man. A kind and understanding man, or so I am told by my parents. My father told me we owe this man everything. He never told me why, just that we should respect his name everywhere we go, with whoever we talk.” he scratched the nape of his neck, oddly confused on why he told her that. She wasn’t curious about his family’s life, let alone the history of it. Father’s education and words about the Andrews’s must have grown deep roots in Jacob’s inner self to make him speak about it. He cleared his throat and rushed the last step of the staircase and reached out for the first door closest to him, leaving it open. Inside the room was a gorgeous dark green tight dress, with long trains, trimmed with golden pleated ruffles, bows, buttons and braids. The dress was accompanied by a matching hat, with a pair of fine leather gloves. And a masquerade mask. A green, masterfully crafted mask, held gently by Jacob’s fingers.

“I said that I needed your help. This is what I ask of you. Please wear all of this, the jewelry, this mask. And be my partner for tonight. You don’t need to speak a name, a home or anything else. All you have to explain is that you are mine,” Jacob paused, taking a deep breath, “and that I am yours.”

He dragged his feet across the wooden floor, slow and determined and out-stretched his hands to Grace, waiting for her to get hold of the mask. “I will help you with what you need. Coins, a better home, a better life. All I ask of you is to be mine for tonight.”

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[SandraDeelightful]

At his words of keeping the ring, Grace put the ring back in her pocket. She couldn't help but be curious as to why she needed it, but she didn't question it. The house was so grand, Grace kept looking around with wonder. It was so grand, she wondered how people could live here without getting lost everyday. He was right, she certainly was terrified. Everything was so gorgeous, far more than anything she'd ever seen. Being here made her feel so small and insignificant.

"Thank you," said Grace at his comments about his library. She didn't want to tell him that she didn't know how to read. She was rather ashamed of that. The only thing she could make out was her name. She would have loved to know how to read, all the books in the library looked delightful.

As Grace walked along, she looked at all the faces of the portraits. She could have sworn their eyes were watching her as she walked. Like they knew that she didn't belong in such a grand manor. She knew that she most certainly didn't belong in a manor like this. Grace observed the picture of his great-great-grandfather. She knew little about her own family history. The farthest back she knew were her grandparents. She wondered what it would be like to have such a grand family history like Jacob.

"He sounds like a great man, sir," said Grace, there was a hint of sadness in her voice. She was sure that everyone in Jacob's family was someone to be proud of. The only person that she was proud of was her mother. She wanted to be proud of her father, and she had been at one point, however, after Jennie was born, she found it harder and harder to be proud of him. Once he left, all pride in him disappeared.

The dress was the most beautiful thing that Grace had ever seen. She would be lying if she said that she didn't at least want to try it on. But she was sure that she would look so unnatural in such a gown. She wanted to touch it, but she was almost afraid that if she did, it would turn to dust. It looked so fragile and fine. Besides she was sure that it wouldn't suit her at all.

At his request for her duty tonight, Grace's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought that she could pass as some sort of upper class woman almost made her laugh. She was an Irish factory girl, that's all she would ever be. Everything about her screamed that, and she doubted that a pretty dress would change anything.

"Me, sir?" Grace asked, her voice full of disbelief. She didn't know what she did to give him that sort of impression. "I don't think I could fool your ma. She'd see right through me. Besides, after tonight, what're you going to tell her, if she never sees me again."

In spite of it all, Grace reached out her hand and grabbed the mask. She examined it thoroughly. It did sound like a fun idea, to play dress up for a night. She would probably never get to be able to get a chance like this again. She thought for a moment. This sounded fun, but she was scared of getting caught, and risking her position at the factory.

"I'll do it," said Grace, her voice soft and shaking softly. "I just want to know that my place at the factory will be secure, if I'm caught."

( MarkNorbert )