This is the story of a powerful family and its unusual customs and rituals. Once a daughter finds the love of her life she must go though a ritual called the Ceremony of the Unveiling. This story is built on the two chapters of "Shaping A Proper Young Lady." It can be read stand-alone. However, there is a lot of character development in the two chapters of Shaping a Proper Young Lady that you might enjoy and should enhance the reading of this one.
The Family: Ceremony of Unveiling
"And now, it gives me great pleasure to announce to The Family the engagement of my daughter, Heather Evers, to the man of her dreams, Jason Van Eckels." Robert Evers paused and allowed the applause to run its course before offering the microphone to Jason and Heather.
As their daughter and future son-in-law spoke some well rehearsed words of their own, Robert and Meg Evers stood together holding hands and allowed the events of the evening to drift through their thoughts.
Meg and her daughter were easily the most beautiful women there. Both were stunning blondes, tall and lithe. At 39, Meg had more womanly curves than Heather and a more worldly mature look. Heather, who was only 21 years old, slightly thinner and a couple inches taller, carried more innocence with her and it showed in the way she dressed.
They looked out over the gathering comprised of over two hundred of New Salem's first family; of which the Evers were an important piece. For this event, the men were in black tie and the women in evening gowns.
If they were at least sixteen, Meg Evers's nieces and nephews were here; all sitting in the tables toward the back of the banquet room. Some were attending their first engagement party. But most were Heather's age or a few years older and they were all very busy showing off their nubile figures and young, firm curves as they flirted with their equally young and virile cousins; all of them exhibiting youthful energy and good looks.
Meg's brothers and sister, and her many cousins, were in the section of tables in front of the young adults. These were the men and women of Meg and Robert's age. All were married and all were successful. The men were doctors and lawyers and bankers; strong, handsome and experienced. The women were busy in New Salem's social scene; beautiful and confident, dressed in the finest clothes, wearing the finest jewels, and also ever watchful of their young adult children.
Her aunts and uncles, some with gray hair and some not, but all sophisticated, sat at the tables closest to the front, indicative of their place in The Family.
Regardless of their relationship to the Evers or their age, an attendee at this gala was beautiful or handsome. When it came to the finest family of New Salem, an unattractive woman or unappealing man could not be found.
The announcement of a family member's engagement to marry was an important event in New Salem. And now, after almost 20 years of marriage, the Evers had the special privilege of presenting their daughter and her future husband. One year from tonight, they would become Mr. and Mrs. Jason Van Eckels.
During their drive home they talked of how proud they were of their daughter and her fiance. "Heather has chosen well. He has come so far in a short period of time," Meg said.
"Jason's shown himself to be the man we all hoped for, Meg. Six weeks ago we hardly knew him." Robert added, reaching across the console to hold her hand.
"I didn't think he was going to survive Heather's unveiling," Meg joked and both of them laughed out loud.
They reminisced over the years before Heather left for the University of Georgetown. Those were the years before they moved home to New Salem.
They had met Heather fifteen years ago; the first afternoon in their new home, the first home they had purchased after their marriage. She was the little seven year old tomboy with pigtails flying, riding back and forth on the sidewalk across the front of their yard, watching the movers slowly empty the contents of the truck into the house that was six houses down the street from her own.
For Heather it was a fantasy at her first sighting of this young married couple with its tall, strong husband and beautiful blonde wife that seemed just the right age to have a seven year old daughter. She didn't know it but the fantasy would soon be shared by the Evers.
You see, Heather's home was a shell. Not a shell in the physical sense, but a shell all the same. It was a shell that held a family made up of one sweet little girl and a drunk father. How can something good come from that situation? Well, Heather seemed to know how and she dreamed that one day her mommy and daddy would be the Evers.
It wasn't long before Meg and Heather's relationship began to grow. It was the natural development that comes from a young married woman that cannot have biological children and a motherless child that shouldn't have to experience the loneliness and isolation of being raised by a father haunted by his own demons.
Robert Evers was a polar opposite of Heather's biological dad and quickly took to Heather. The happiness the Evers experienced of having her in their lives grew right along with Heather; from little kid to adolescent to young adult. Meg took Heather under her wing and eagerly taught her everything a mom teaches a daughter.
Once Heather turned eighteen, the Evers convinced her drunken father to allow Meg to provide her with the finishing worthy of a proper young lady. The two spent long hours after school studying and the long sessions turned into sessions lasting beyond the dinner hour and soon Heather was staying over on a few weekend nights.
The weekend night stays turned into all weekend stays and before long the Evers had furnished a bedroom for their young protΓ©gΓ©. Once she graduated from high school she continued her educational finishing with Meg. In fact, her lessons increased in complexity and the time Meg devoted to Heather increased substantially and it wasn't long at all before Heather was spending more nights at the Evers house than she was at her own.
"It's so nice to hear the voice of a young lady wafting through our home," Meg often told Robert. He agreed, of course.
"Yes and when she is in a tender moment and she calls us mom and dad..." A lump grew in his throat as he spoke and he bit his lip to collect himself.
Meg reached out and grabbed his forearm for comfort. "She's so special. Robert, we're a family. We truly are and she couldn't be more a part of us than if she were made of our ribs," Meg said.
By the end of the summer Heather's biological father had agreed to allow them to finance her education at Georgetown. They didn't see it as a big commitment. Instead, they saw it as the right thing to do. The Evers were very well off. Much more so than any of their neighbors knew. They could afford a much more expansive home in New Salem, but had stayed in this neighborhood these many years because of Heather.
Her drunken father hated them for their offer but wasn't about to tell them no; given that his responsibility for her effectively ended with their commitment to her future. He wasn't prone to looking a gift horse in the mouth and even through a lense of constant drunkenness he could see that the Evers were a couple with an impeccable lineage.