American modern fiction
Mr. Freeman
Zhulin Fan
5.31.14
The House of Kama
He is breathing so heavily while he is sewing another layer of cerulean gauze on her
dress. You can even smell his rage through the air, but he is a gentleman and his
professional skill makes him still able to sew a perfect dress even when he is totally
out of the mood.
“So, it is tonight?” he is standing up, and trying to swing the lower hem of her dress
to hide his voice while he is talking.
She can feel his pain from every word that he has whispered in a low and hoarse
voice, but what can she do other than staying her back to him and trying her best to
keep her tears not running down? However, for one moment she really wanted to run
out of this giant, luxurious ivory house with him, she even thought about taking over
the scissors on his hand and stab it into Flora’s chest. But she knows her fate cannot
be changed. She turns around to show her fixed lower hem to Flora and slightly nods
her head toward him. A nod can barely be seen for someone who can only see her
beauty.
“Cerulean definitely works better than lapis. Ms. Sales will be pleased, she
definitely will be!” Flora is watching her dress and making comment about how well
her suggestion works.
“Mr. Wales, I can never find another tailor sewer who has such incredible talent as
you do! With my compliment I am sure Ms. Sales will continue offer orders from you,
and there is just a little advise for you to make this happen…” Flora is talking to him
while sending him out.
Finally, her tears are running down. The sunlight is shining on her fair and young
face. Such fragile; such vulnerable; such beauty.
“Wealthy are all around tonight!” Sandra is watching from the back stage through a
thin slit of curtains. “Good lord! I hope my new dress can show my body figure
better!” She is turning her body in front of a big mirror and trying to find a way to
make herself look slenderer.
“You will not be chosen even if you wear clothes made of rainbow! So stop swing
your tawdry dress!” Zoë said those words without even opening her eyes while she is
dusting her cigarette ashes from her slim fingers.
“Hah! Zoe, I cannot believe you are mentioning this!” she turns back and faces to
Zoe. She is a kind of superficial and silly girl, but she can also be really vicious if she
wants to. You can certainly see that from her angry eyes. “I know that I am not going
to be the one, but at least I still have chance for next year! I have something that you
do not have and you will never have again—youth!” She turns to face the mirror
again, “you, sad, old, little one.” And then she is laughing out loud and wiggling her
body to see if the lower hem of her dress is light enough to flutter.
Kamala is siting there while the whole conversation is happening. She is already
used to their unkindness of each other long time ago. She can also be indifferent to
people sometime if she has to. She is told that smart ones do not want to be an
innocent lamb. So she just keeps combing her beautiful red hair. If you have a chance
to see her hair, you must be jealous why god made this creature incredibly enchanting.
Kamala notices that she is going to be the one this year from this sophisticated dress
that Cruella orders for her, but she does not feel happy even if she has dreamed to be
chosen for years, especially after Virginia’s departure. She still remembers how happy
Virginia was at the day she left and how she told Kamala that she would give
performance to the upper class and engage with the wealthy who offers the highest
price in the Kama ceremony for her virginity. But how is she now? Kamala has no
idea, even though she has been writing letters to Virginia to an address that is given by
Flora. Virginia never wrote back. At first Kamala thought she was probably too busy
and got completely attracted by her brand new luxurious life. But it has been a year
that she has not heard anything from her, Kamala starts thinking that there must be
something going on. If she is allowed to talk to Flora about Virginia, things will get a
lot easier. Yes, if she can.
“The show was the best by far! Did not you see the one I chose for this year?
Kamala, she is only 15.” Cruella is blinking her foxy eyes, “ She is fresh and fair. I
know you desperately need someone like her, don’t you, Mr. Kingly?”
Mr. Kingly surely needs someone like Kamala, a virgin who is young, fresh, and
nonesuch beauty for his advancement. But he knows that this woman in front of him
is sneaky and she indeed will not make this deal easy for him. So he does not want to
show too much interest to Kamala, since if he does, Kamala’s price will be several
times higher.
“I am not fully sure about that, Ms. Sales. I am still looking for more surprise.” He
is stepping into his limo, “I will see you at the ceremony.”
Cruella is standing still and looking at that the shadow of the limo that is fading
away. She knows that Kamala will bring her considerable amount of fortune.
Kamala is loosing her corset and taking deep breathes to make herself calm. Her
feet are hurt, since she has been danced for almost two hours. She is hungry, but she is
not allowed to eat after seven and that is one of the rules that Cruella made for all the
young virgins that live on the ivory house. The only purpose is to keep their body
