A Live of Envy
Julianne pranced into the tent she shared with Marianne and let the sun shine right onto her delicate, oval-shaped face. Marianne grimaced and pulled the covers over her head. Julianne sneered at the Star with her flashing smile and limber frame that everyone adored. If they saw her right now with the frown on her face they wouldn’t declare her handsome.
Julianne draped her blue shawl over her chair and sat down in a huff. In the mirror her blonde hair was a tangled mess of curls and ribbons. Her eye make-up was slightly smudged and her lips had lost their sheen. She rubbed cream onto her face and with precise movements rubbed it away with a cloth. Her movements became harsher as she willed the grime away. If anyone was destined to hear the roar of the crowd is was her, not Marianne. Through the mirror she gazed over at the girl who dominated her life. Anger flared in her chest, jealousy burned in her veins. One day she would be the star and Marianne would be just part of the act.
In the back of her mind her mother’s voice tormented her, along with her hard knuckled fists. Julianne threw the cloth across the room in disgust. The smudges of dark blues and blacks were just like the bruises the wretched woman had given her. She had escaped the old woman, but the years were not so easily erased. She vowed that one day she would show the world Julianne Reneux was someone of worth. She might be at the bottom of the heap now, but she could still dream, couldn’t she?
A male voice caught her off guard. “What’s wrong with you?”
Randall gazed up at her from her bed. “Why are you always in my bed?!”
Randall shrugged his shoulders. “What do you care, you’re never here.”
Julianne narrowed her eyes. “Listen here boy. I may not be here, but I’m always somewhere with someone important.”
Randall smirked. “I doubt that. None of your gentlemen friend’s show any regard for your…your…reputation.”
Julianne sprung onto him, her finger pointed at his face. “You make my bed smell like the stables.” She motioned to Marianne’s sleeping form under the covers. “Deep down this one cares about such things. Better you give up now or be sorry later.”
Randall threw her off the bed and stomped out of the room. Julianne climbed up into her bed and propped her head behind her hands.
Marianne opened her eyes and turned around. “Randall leave?”
“I asked him to sleep in here again. I hope you don’t mind. I just feel safer with him here.”
“I don’t mind. I’m sure you’re not the only one that doesn’t like sleeping alone.”
Marianne blinked. “What do you mean?”
Julianne tucked herself under the covers. “Oh I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“If you said it, it must be something.”
“Well, when he’s not here, where do you think he sleeps?”
Marianne’s face paled, her bottom lip turned slightly downward. “Oh, I assumed he slept in his own bed.”
Julianne pulled the covers up over her shoulders and turned to hide the smile on her face. “Then you’d be wrong.”
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