Her Proper Scoundrel
“Two days had passed since the wonderful dinner with Christopher.
Two days where she’d dreamed of him constantly.
Two days where he’d been distant and preoccupied.
Two days where she’d gone out of her way to catch a glimpse of him.
Two days where he’d blatantly avoided her, so much so, he’d cancelled his dance lessons.
What troubled him? Had she been too forward that evening? She hadn’t thought so but to be sure, her memories of it were misty and overlaid with a golden haze of pleasure.
The needle slipped, pricking her finger. A drop of blood welled and she popped the finger in her mouth. Balderdash. That was the fourth time today and if she were to have any fingers left, she had better keep her mind on her task.
With a rueful moue, she held up a pair of already much mended stockings to inspect them – the thin silk of the heels made it difficult to sew. She bent her head and carefully began to stitch, grateful to the obliging Mrs. Belton who had provided her with needle, thread and scissors.
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