Jan. 3rd, 2010


Jan. 3rd, 2010 11:29 pm
foreversarah: (Um what)
Illusion is the first of all pleasures. -Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

The mansion was in perfect condition as always. Immaculate white walls and floors, tasteful flower arrangements and decorations. Nothing out of place at first glance which is exactly how the family wanted it to seem.

An invitation and a knock would get you through the doors, and the Latina maid would lead you to a tasteful but bland sitting room. Issues of the latest society magazine are set out, as well as a tray of hors d'oeuvre s and drinks- nothing would seem off yet.

Nothing seemed off with the Greene family. The oldest daughter was blond and happy, the son seemed well groomed and polite. Samuel was very poised with a firm handshake and his wife slender with hair that flowed over one eye. The entire family seemed happy and close with polite words and a series of jokes.

This couldn't be an illusion, could it? The woman, Grace was her name, was she shying away from an embrace? Her hair moved aside for a moment revealing a glimpse of a bruise.

The oldest daughter smelled a bit of alcohol, but didn't notice her Mother's bruise, or that her father seemed to strong arm her into a hug. She didn't notice her brother slip away or seem to care that her other two sisters weren't there.

If no one saw past what was happening in the home, they would keep up the lie, keep up the illusion and the happiness. The illegitimate child wouldn't be mentioned- nothing would but what they crafted to seem like the perfect family.


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