Free The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Page A

Helen’s feet were and how narrow her ankles are. She was amazed how tall they made her feel.
               Phil told her Jeans would do for the outing but she always wore dresses out. Jeans were only worn for work because she hated anything around her legs. It made her feel trapped. She couldn’t explain the feeling as she never understood it herself. It was like her nails she hated them being cut. Her parents had to sit on her as a child when the other one cut the nails. But they soon given up on forcing her to have them cut as she learnt to bite. It was late August and Helen was buzzing with excitement as she loved this time of year. The warm air on her skin and the thunder in the air made her feel alive. She always wore fewer clothes in August as strangely she liked the wind on her skin. She decides on a dress to wear with her new shoes and she heads home happily. She bought the dress with Lynne ages ago but never had the guts to wear it until now.
                 Her hair been tied up in a messy French knot a nd soft trails of hair fall down at the front and she blended her eye shadow in a soft green to gray, it’s barely visible on her eyes but it still highlights her brown eyes and a new maroon lipstick that matches her skin tone. She is wearing a small black dress that shimmers when she moves, Criss-cross straps at the back, and she has no stockings on as the dress is to short, so she was bare legged in her strappy shoes.
                She hears the doorbell ring and she rushes to the door in her excitement. And stumbling a little in her new shoes and she doesn’t bother with her coat.
    “ Ready” she says excitedly up at him
    “ Are you sure? Where the bottom part of that top?” he laughs and he looks longingly at her legs
    “ Too short?” she says sweetly and she twirls for him
    “ How am I going to keep you to myself? When you look like that” he laughs again but Helen feels that it was a forced attempt at a laugh
    “I’m sure you think of something” she teases him, and she touches his face with her fingers and softly kisses him .
    “ Put your coat on, the taxi outside”
    “ Nope sharn’t” and she walks towards the taxi. Phil grabs her coat from the hook that was on the wall and chases after her slamming the door.
    “ Sharn’t not a word Helen” he teases her and he slips her coat around her shoulders
    “ It means, shall not. Don’t you know nuthing?” and she hears him groan at her bad English.
    “ It’s nothing Helen not nuthing” he huffs, annoyed at her bad grammar
    “ What’s nothing?” she teases him
    “ GARR Helen you can make me so mad sometimes” but he laughs as he opens the door to the taxi. Helen slides across so he can get in and he watches Helen legs as she slides.
     
              He shows her to their table in the large dining room. There were gold tablecloths over the tables with cream napkins in the shape of swans. She feels underdressed as all the women guests are in long flowing gowns and the men are in full tuxedos. She watches Phil take his long coat off and hands it to a waiter. He is wearing a light grey tux.
    “I thought you said Jeans?” she says embarrassed at her bare legs
    “Sorry, but you would not have come, if I said?”
    “ No but what if I wore jeans?” she whispers
    “I still would be the luckiest man here Helen now shush you look beautiful as always” and kissing her hand to silence her worries and holding her hand.
    “ Is it an important party?” Helen whispers to Phil again
    “No, it’s just a charity function Helen so stop worrying”
            She soon relaxes as he shows her off to his friends and beaming at her his dazzling smile to reassure her, and ordering meal after meal of delicious French food as he orders for her. She doesn’t mind him ordering for her as the menu is in French and she doesn’t want to sound stupid in front of his friends.
    “I sorry I need the ladies” she