Be Beautiful Angels
Take a moment to appreciate the radiance within yourself and others. Together, as Be Beautiful Angels, we can create a world filled with love and compassion.
It was quite the feat to carry a cute outfit in cold Washington DC to go to Christmas dinner, but Lita was adamant on wearing her high heels and skirt. Alice, who was not going to be at all behind from her Mama, also made sure to wear a cute outfit, with white tights and patent leather mary janes. Lita made sure her baby was dressed to the nines just as she wanted. She looked at Alice and smiled with warmth. Aidan would have loved this picture with Alice. It would have been their second Christmas together.
Even with that melancholic twinge inside of her chest, she made sure to make herself ready and to go meet Elizabeth and the kids at home. They were going to do gift exchanges, although Lita made sure to bring a little gift for everyone. She also brought down to the car garage the pumpkin pie and Puerto Rican flan she had cooked for the get together.
Usually she would join her family in New Orleans or her sister in Connecticut. This year she decided to keep still during Christmas and invite her sister over for New Years. Which meant she was free to invent for Christmas. She had immediately checked in with Elizabeth to see if she was in favor of sharing a holiday together. The Auras had already become a constant in their everyday lives, play dates and dinners, shopping sprees and movie afternoons. Chance and Sedgewick getting used to each other as doggie playmates too.
The food was placed and balanced well in the back, Chance went to his spot on the back seat and Alice strapped into the passenger seat. Lita with her impossible high heels readying herself to drive. The radio was turned to Christmas music and with a giggle they began to join the chorus of a sing along, since Alice had just participated in the school’s Christmas caroling. “It’s the most wonderful time of the yeeeaaaar!”
The distance to the Aura’s home was driven, Lita excited to see all three girls play together. Eliza and Elissa already feeling like an honorary aunt. Snuggling herself with at least a jacket and a scarf she pulled into the driveway and got out to help Alice and Chance out of the car all over again. The three walked over to Elizabeth’s front door, the gifts and food would wait to be unpacked from the trunk after everyone said hi. With a grin, Lita gave Alice’s hand a squeeze and rang Elizabeth’s bell. In her other hand Alice held Chance’s leash.
Josefina “Josie” De La Cruz walked without a care in the world, inside the southern comfort of the Aura manor’s universe, tagging behind her where her Lady’s children Oliver and Olivia the twins, and Alexander. Inside the home she always felt those extra steps that Lady Aura took to make the place warmth for the family but also for those who were adopted family. The Aura’s took such good care to make people in their service feel as part of a family and not as exploited servitude, even those who many people wanted to enslave and discriminate against. It was a rarity to see in the south, and yet welcomed. Because of this Josie felt her lady was so much more the best friend than her boss, and it was a constant addition to their dynamic, the way Josie took care of the children as if they were her own, and the confidence she inspired from Lady Aura that no one seemed to share. She often found herself wondering if her lady had so much more to say, like secrets that were too private but that she stood her ground to even speak of.
She always had this sense that dragged at her when they were conversing. And recently she found that she could not ease away the sensation.
The children walked beside Josie, who too often acted more like their governess than anything else. And then Josie made sure to direct the children to go up to their rooms, wash up, and get ready to be prepared for dinner. Lessons had to start progressing by the time she went upstairs. They went ahead to follow her directions and left her at the grand foyer of the home.
Josie stood a moment looking up to the children as they headed upstairs. Her body embraced in light yellow satins. Her figure accentuated by waistline and the fabric showing well the corset shape of her frame. Her hair this time was free and loose over her shoulders, not in the usual style of the times but carefree. It was the way Josie kept playing with risque combinations in her appearance. At times, just the scintillating presence of naturally loose hair was enough to make people wonder about the kind of spirit that was under the satin. All this accompanied by the perfume over breast, pushed up by the corset and revealed well by the low cut of her bodice. ~dress~
The state of emotion shifted to a lighter one when Josie’s face turned to the right to catch sight of the intelligent and handsome woman approaching. It was her lady, and she seemed ready to state her intentions for the evening. With more of her approach, Josie turned her body fully to the right and spoke…”The house has been aired just right and fresh lady...what shall it be this afternoon, a game of cards after dinner?”
Widow to James Bell for a year and a half. James death taking place in 1944, and his remains buried on that same year. Frances inheriting the Bell manor in Louisiana.
Frances is a pretty woman of modest character. The most vivacious thing that happened in her lifetime was her pre-marital intimacy with James in 1934 when she was 20 years old. She had been a Nanny for Alice and Leon Bell, the children of his previous marriage. 1944 finds her a mother of three children, Alice, 18 and Leon, 16, and little Yesenia Bell, 9. In Louisiana times are getting a bit better, and Frances is thinking of the way to manage the money left from the inheritance, plus any new way to gain employment. In that small town of Louisiana she continues on, even with the heaviest of hearts.
1873:
Josefa De la Cruz:
Called Josie as an English nickname, the De la Cruz family settled in New Orleans, after fleeing Santo Domingo/Hispaniola during the Haitian revolution. It was grim times in the island, even in the Dominican side, and so the De la Cruz family settled in New Orleans, where the melting pot had already attracted many kind of people to settle in the territory. Considered mixed and even creole by some people in New Orleans, the De la Cruz family played in their lighter skin complexion to get higher wage work than most creole free people. Josefa was able to find work as a house keeper in the house of Lord and Lady Aura, two fine gentry folks known for not being too prejudice or keeping slaves. Since Josefa arrived to work from a more educated background and a worker from the city proper and not from the plantations, Lady Aura seemed to relegate most of the house management to her. She took it gladly, wanting to prove herself to the Lady. Josie does take much advantage of her position at the Aura’s household. For example, she is given prettier dresses during the Southern balls thrown by the couple, she is a celebrated beauty, and considered a flirty creole belle. Josie has wondered about her lady’s disposition as of late when she seems to be more distant from her husband, and even the rest of the family. She wonders if she can gather the lady’s hidden secrets.
Liliana Cruz stepped down of the bus in her usual fashion. Peach colored high heels of doom stepped lightly over the sidewalk, tight fitting jeans, form fitting sweater the same shade of her shoes, and her makeup was flawless.. She was in front of a hotel in Washington D.C.. A little hand, that had grown in size over the last two years went inside of hers. Even as a ten year old, Alice didn’t think anything of holding hands. It was a comfort between the two. She was all Alice had left in her life, any part of her old life was with Lita. Any part that was Uncle Aidan still lived in Lita’s history. And Lita was alive.
~Alice Bell~
Liliana straighten up, as the driver placed two pieces of luggage beside them, and a doorman was already making sure that said luggage was taken to the lobby. For whatever reason she remembered Elizabeth humming songs from Celtic woman, and their vivacious conversation over literature and coffee. How they had struck a friendship in Louisiana when the woman was a busy mother was beyond what Liliana could comprehend. Especially now that she was a mother. With her recent paranoia, she still felt like she had to keep Alice so close or else a flood, a strike of lightning, a wilderness she didn’t know about could take her away. Her arm came around Alice’s shoulder, under the blonde Bell locks of hair that she adored putting into pony tails, pig tails and braids.
“Mami, are we really moving here to be with my new Aunt Elizabeth?”
“I don’t know honey...I packed everything in Lakeview Dr., and I am ready to head anywhere...I just feel like, we should give being near Elizabeth a chance, and maybe your Titi Sara will follow.”
“Maybe even Titi Marina Sofia”
Lita grinned, pleasure and amusement in her face. “Yeah maybe…that would be something”
Elizabeth Aura. They had met by chance in Mariet and had begun such interesting conversations. Liliana being a watery sort of empathy, and the woman also having a remarkable intuition. They had been a few days to remember. For whatever strange reason the family did not mind Liliana tagging along, and even taking Elizabeth out one night. She had been real fortunate to have been given the time to get to know the woman.
The friendship had been so beautifully felt in those short days, that when she received word from her friend after mourning for Aidan, it had been like God sent. She had been ready to meet Elizabeth again. A woman she had hardly seen, but felt for those instances like she had known her whole life. Her messes and the passing of Aidan had been too much to confess to her friend over the phone or even in a letter. Now she had to face the music at some point, after she could get some privacy at the suite. She had actually splurged in a suite for the very purpose of having privacy when speaking to Elizabeth, away from Alice. She hated bringing the subject up in front of her delicate daughter. She checked the phone to make sure she had sent the right information right to Elizabeth, like maybe she had given the wrong address or time. Looking up from her phone, those earthy eyes roamed left and right over the street.
Another night meant another flight necessary in the crisp January air as Elizabeth flew about the tops of the city, her wings beating gently in their own rhythm as her green eyes looked over for anything out of the ordinary.... Well, out of the ordinary did not exactly exist for her and Helen.
A sudden feeling of dizziness washed over then and she groaned as one of her dainty hands rose up to her forehead. "Heavens..... I better land swiftly...." Elizabeth mused as her wings changed direction and, finding a nearby darkened rooftop, set herself down with the gentle clicks of her heels before Elizabeth leaned again a wall.