Love Will Triumph

In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the floor from far off lands seems to object to the leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor in deep contemplation of her sweetheart and suitor standing a respectable distance from her with his top hat humbly held in his hand. His countenance is one of uncertainty, quite ready to plead his veracity and intention should her father care to honor his sincerity with an understanding ear. He feels a bit consumed and cold standing near the grandeur of the unlit hearth. He is attired in his finest to court his fair maiden though little notice is taken from her stern yet loving father who only wants to see his daughter marry into a dignified and wealthy family that will elevate his own standing in the community. The young maiden’s mother is trying to sway her husband’s judgment in favor of the young man to appease her daughter’s romantic affections. The young maiden’s mother, dressed in an exquisite expensive pale pink ensemble makes a stunning statement of breeding and manners as she softly coaxes the kinder side of her husband to appear by placing both hands lovingly upon his breast. Her father’s clenched fist reveals his determination not to give in. The lovely maiden spent hours readying herself for this special occasion, the day in which her young man would come to ask her father for her hand in marriage. She had been trying to calm herself by embroidering his initials on a dresser scarf until her young man arrived, as evidenced by her sewing container opened partly as she hurriedly placed the scarf back in when he arrived. Now listening to her father’s words of rejection she holds little hope of a future with her beloved and contemplates her life without him. Yet as her mother pleads her case for them to be together she knows there is very little her mother asks of him he can say no to.