Chapter Three An Air Of Mystic
"Hmm… why do you always hide that lovely face of yours?" he said, lifting the veil of the hat she was wearing.
"Lord Roxton? …" She said annoyed, stepping back she continued her warning, "I said not to touch me! Didn't I?"
"First of all I touched the hat, not you. Second of all, that's not an answer. And certainly not, the one I was looking for."
"Perhaps," she said as she took the veil from his large callused hands and pulled it back down into its correct place once again, I don't wish to have unwanted men to follow me around like a dumb drooling dog?" which she directed towards him. "Or perhaps I just like an air of mystic about myself? What do you think Lord Roxton?" she spoke quietly as she got closer to him.
"I think," he started as he pulled the veil back up again, "that you are either trying to hide from people or, you are ashamed of yourself. I highly doubt the later." He whispered in her ear.
"I highly doubt either."
