Charlotte

Is this what it's like to have a twin? I just watched as the two twins threw Shakespeare quotes at each other. I leaned on a tree as this went on. About five minutes later I decided to go. I'll just let them settle it. I walked back home, picking up the sack of food. I searched the bag to find dirt covered muffins and pastries. I took the two dresses out, each of them being covered in mud and twigs. These were mother’s gowns! I groaned and made my way to the bedroom and shoved the gowns in a basket that was full of rags and aprons ready for cleaning.  

I changed my heels to some flats that I wore when working at the bakery. I changed into a simple dress and apron. I don’t plan on going anywhere, so why not? I walked to the bakery, preparing myself for a lecture from Mother. I opened the door, walking past some customers looking at a cake that Mother decorated.  

“Charlotte!” Mother said while she was behind the counter collecting some money. “Can you help out in the kitchen? Everyone else is at the meadow.” I nodded my head and walked to the kitchen.  I took a rag in my hand to protect me from the heat, took a batch of bread from the oven, and set it on the counter to cool. I sighed and sat on a stool. It was late and I was tired. I mean, how could I not be? I just climbed a tree and fell out of it.   

“Charlotte do you think you could start on making a cake?” Mother said looking into the kitchen.  

“How much batter do I need to make?” I asked 

“Enough for a three-tiered wedding cake.” Mother said loud enough for me to hear from the other room. 

“Whose lucky day is it? Not mine right; that’s not for a while.”  

“It's not for you. If it was you wouldn’t be making it. It's for Mr. Terramina.” 

“But he just got a divorce three months ago.”  

“His daughter is coming back home! You used to be friends with her, remember?” I searched my memories, looking for a clue. 

“I don’t remember her though.” I took out flour and eggs. 

“How can you not remember Emeline? She was half of your childhood!” 

“That was when I was seven, Mother. Plus, she moved away, and she was rude to Delilah.” I began putting ingredients inside a bowl. 

“Of course, Charlotte. The bullying.” Mother said sarcastically. I poured some milk into the bowl. 

“Delilah came home with a black eye once; that was because of Emeline.” I mixed the ingredients trying to forget the times when Emeline would pull on Delilah’s hair and call her names. It even got so bad that Delilah hasn't been to weekend school since. Good thing her family was wealthy, and they could homeschool her. It didn't really matter; the school had shut down due to the war. 

“Well, Mr. Terramina has decided to throw the wedding at his farm. We’re invited.”