The day goes on like any other. It is finally time for supper.
I change into a long navy evening dress. I put on a pearl necklace and slip on a pair of long white gloves.
I walk out of my room and see Anna coming out of Aunt Mary's room.
"Hello, Anna," I greet her. She looks my way and smiles, "Good evening, Lady Sybil, how are you?"
I love Anna so much. She is like a mother to me. Speaking of which, she is going to be a mother soon. She and Mr. Bates are so happy and excited. I wish them the best.
"I'm fine, thank you. How are you and the baby doing?" I ask her straightening my gloves on my hands.
"Oh, we're good and healthy I suppose," she chuckles as we walk downstairs together.
"I wonder if its a girl!" I say giddy.
"Well, I want it to be a girl. Mr. Bates doesn't quite agree with that," she smiles.
I grin, "Well, whatever it is, we're glad to have a baby in the house,"
"Thank you, my lady," she walks off downstairs.
I reach the room in which everyone was seated talking and waiting for supper to be served.
"Oh, Sybil, do you know if George is coming down? I haven't seen him since breakfast," Aunt Mary asks as I enter the room.
"I have no idea, I haven't seen him either," I reply taking a seat next to Grandmamma.
"I'll go up and see what he's doing," Grandpapa says striding off upstairs.
"Where's Edith these days, mama?" Aunt Mary asks sipping some wine.
"I'm not sure, Mary. We haven't had a letter from her in days," Grandmamma explains.
A few minutes later George and Grandpapa enter the room all dressed in their best tuxedos.
"He was just a little late getting ready," Grandpapa says when Mr. Carson walks in the room, "Dinner is served,"
Everyone gets up and heads to the dining room.
I sit down next to George awkwardly because he never looks at me. I wish he would just say something!
Everyone is chatting about random things when James, the footman, I like to call him Jimmy because I think that's what he would prefer, leans down to me and hands me a big platter full of vegetables for me to serve myself.
I glance at him for a second and smile and take the spoon and fork and fish for some cold carrots and green beans.
I put the silverware back on the platter and look back at him one more time and see him smiling.
Okay, I have to admit. I have liked Jimmy ever since I was ten. He was so loyal and well, handsome. I wish I had a chance to speak with him. Maybe I can after everyone goes to bed.
"Sybil, dear, would you and George like to travel to London for the day tomorrow? Just for a change of scenery maybe?" Grandmamma asks us.
We stop eating for a moment. I look up at her and say, "Of course! I'd love to go to London,"
George looks at his plate, "George? What about you sweetheart?" Aunt Mary says looking at him.
"Alright," he finally says.
What is with him?! Ugh, I can hardly stand George anymore.
"Well, then its settled. We' will go tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning, just before daybreak," Grandmamma explains eating her roast beef.
I spare a glance at Jimmy again who's standing by the door watching us eat. He's standing so tall and firm. He doesn't look my way. I keep staring at him when I hear papa's voice, "Sybil? Sybil, are you alright, darling?"
"What? Oh... I'm so sorry, I must of been in a daze," I tell him and continue to eat.
-JIMMY'S POINT OF VIEW
After the family's supper, Mr. Carson and I take the food down to the kitchen for Mrs. Patmore and Daisy to put away.
"How was Lady Sybil?" Daisy asks me putting away some food.
"What? She... was... fine, I suppose, why do you ask?" I say unaware of what she was getting at.
She doesn't say anything, just smiles so I walk away.
"James, are you alright?" Mr. Carson asks me as I'm standing in the doorway.
"What? I'm fine... gosh, why is everyone making a fuss over me tonight?" I ask him quite annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Lord Grantham wants you to go with Lady Grantham, Lady Sybil, and Master George to London tomorrow, I'm afraid I don't know the reason why, but you will do what his lordship asks at once," he says matter of factly.
I hesitate. Why on earth would they want me to go with them to London?
"Um, okay," I reply and walk off.
London. I sigh. This will be my first trip to London.
END OF PART 2
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