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Mail Order Bride: Rescuing Her Kidnapped Sister With The Help Of Her Detective Fiancé
Synopsis: Mail Order Bride: Rescuing Her Kidnapped Sister With The Help Of Her Detective Fiancé - Two sisters from London set out for America to become mail order brides, but not together. One follows the other on a ship that set sail the previous day, and then meets up with her supposed mail order husband who is a Pinkerton detective. They set off for Nevada for any sign of the woman’s sister, who they believe is being held against her will.
Amelia looked at the empty room, wondering where Mary could possibly be. There was nowhere out there for her to be at this hour and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. She wasn’t in the house. Their father was going to kill her if he found out that she was gone. Amelia didn’t like this. She didn’t like it one bit. Her sister was going to get the both of them in trouble if she didn’t stop the reckless behavior that was making her parents insane.
Well, they would be insane if they ever found out. Their daughters were supposed to be civilized and regal women that didn’t do things like sneak out late at night to explore London while they were visiting for their father’s trip.
There was something about being Mary’s twin that had always given Amelia a hard time. Mary used to say that Amelia was the one who was as pretty as a painting and just as boring. Amelia resented the way she treated her, saying that looks weren’t everything and a brain was worth twice as much.
She was the kind of person who would say hurtful things to Amelia and not think anything of it, but Amelia had always known when her sister had crossed a line and gone too far. There was something inside of her that called to her when Mary was doing something that was regrettable and completely irresponsible.
That feeling was going off insanely powerful as she looked around the room.
Outside, London was incredibly dreary and morose toward the residents of the fine city, but Amelia was growing sick of it. They had been living with their aunt and uncle for what felt like an eternity with no signs of going back to their home in the north anytime soon. Business was going well with their father, which meant that it was more boring strolls through the elegant places in London with their cousins while time just kept passing them by.
The rain pattered against the window and Amelia felt truly alone. Her sister had left her here and that was something that she was never going to forgive her of. She had abandoned her to their boring, wretched cousins. Darby and Clive were about as entertaining as a bowl when it came to the world of London.
Amelia had spent maybe a totally of five months in London in the length of her life, but she knew more interesting things about it than either of her cousins.
She walked into her sister’s room and saw the signs of a life that was more fortunate than others. This was a life that had never set well with Mary who was more adventurous and outgoing. She wanted to see the world and living in the shadow of her beautiful twin had never appealed to her. She would often hide in books and then run away from their villa, coming back with mud spattered on her dress and grass stains. She was a girl who was homely and driven to explore, something that made her feel warm was exploring and discovering.
Amelia had been born with the same drive, but her mother and father always felt that their gleaming, golden child should be the face of their family’s next generation. Smiling, beautiful, and always happy, Amelia was supposed to make it look like it was a pleasure that she was the heiress to her father’s bourgeoning empire that her family was so determined to build.
However, she wanted to run every second people were interviewing her father and she was forced to stand by like a statue, smiling in the finest clothing and the finest makeup that money could buy -- not that she needed it. She had been tired of all of it. She just wanted to be a person of her own adventure just like Mary always was.
Amelia might have been the pampered and pretty face of her father’s company, but she wasn’t a fool. She quickly went to the desk, opening the middle drawer where she hid everything that she wanted to keep out of sight and found exactly what she was looking for tucked away in the pages of her Bible that she never read. Leafing through the pages, Amelia found letters from men who were interested in her, none of them new or interesting. Amelia had no secrets to hide from her sister for this exact reason.
She no doubt had come into Amelia’s room, hunting for little hidden treasures, but Amelia kept herself clean and out of scandalous light, unlike her sister. As she looked through the pages, there was something that caught her attention.
It was a newspaper advertisement that she had torn out of their father’s newspaper and kept hidden. She would not have believed that this was what her sister was into unless she had found the piece of newspaper for herself. She looked at the advertisement and saw that this was undoubtedly the kind of sick and stupid plot that her sister was wrapped up in. She of all people would want to be involved with this kind of insane escapist fantasy.
The advertisement was for a mail ordered bride service and it was looking for beautiful and adventurous women who were looking to start a new life across the Atlantic in America with men who were paying top dollar to prove that they could provide for the women in their lives. The advertisement had a picture of a strapping, handsome American poised with a smile on his dignified and adventurous face.
There was something inside of Amelia that stirred at the sight of the advertisement and wondered if there was really something like this out in the world where women could simply sell themselves to a man and have a marriage, like some barbaric, arranged practice back in the Medieval times. It was horrid to think, but at the same time, it wasn’t that farfetched.
After all, her father was brokering deals with wealthy entrepreneurs every day for her hand in marriage that would benefit his industrial empire in India. The trading exports and such and such was something that her father obsessed about. She wanted to break away. She wanted to find a world that was her own just as much as Mary, but Mary had none of the pressure. What was she running away from?
The advertisement was tucked away in the Bible over a series of letters that she had been squirreling away for weeks now since they had been in London with their cousins. Amelia had often wondered what the letters were, but she had naively believed Mary when she had said that they were just from some friends of hers that were writing her from back home. Now, Amelia understood that it was something more than that. It was something completely different.
Amelia looked up from the Bible and stared at the mirror over the vanity and saw the perfect features of her face twisting with worry and frustration. How could Mary be so stupid? This was a horrible thing to think about. Her sister could be vanishing this very night to disappear into the mysterious cauldron that was the entire planet. She could go to America, but America was huge. There was so much about America that she didn’t know or understand and there was actual frontier there, lawless lands where no one really had any authority and that the police didn’t exist. What if she were kidnapped or attacked by the Indians that ran around murdering everyone? Or, what if some rebellious miner took off with her?
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