I made you all wait long enough. I'm kidding. I'm really sorry I took so long. I had the idea of what I was gonna write for so long but never got to writing it. I've discovered I could only write while at school. Which I had off for like a month. Please don't be mad at me. But anyways here you go. It's never gonna be very long but my public seems to like it. I know what the next little tidbits gonna be about already but you'll have to wait, just hopefully not as long as last time. Thanks for all the reviews. You guilted me into continuing. C'est tout. Enjoy.
-Gigi :D
"Lissie, you have to redo those stitches. They trip about the seam in the most horrid fashion."
Felicity looked down at William's pant leg. She was helping her mother with the mending pile, but she was doing a poor job. "I am sorry, mother, but I can't seem to concentrate," she replied, while pulling out her stitches. "You know only too well that I am not good with these sorts of things."
"Well, if you at least looked down, you might be able to see what you are doing," said her mother, and then she added more worriedly, "Lissie, this is bad, even for you. Is there anything bothering you?"
Well, of course there was, she thought. Ben was back (more handsome than she expected) and they weren't even in speaking terms.
"Ah," said Mrs. Merriman, "I know what it is."
Oh, no. She's figured it out.
"This is about James isn't it?"
James? Oh, right, James. James was Mrs. Manderly's nephew, who had visited his aunt for the past couple of Christmas seasons. Felicity, being naturally gregarious, formed a quick friendship with him. I presume my friendly nature towards the fellow might have raised suspicion among the family, thought Felicity. And of course, his willingness to accept my amiable advances. He is a fine-looking young man, but he is far from being what is bothering me.
"He is due to come soon. Is that what's been on your mind?"
"Why yes, mother. I am completely beside myself, just thinking of his visit." Can't let her on to the truth, now can we, Felicity told herself.
"Oh, you'll have much to talk about. And he has yet to meet Ben."
Felicity's smile froze.
"Speaking of which, since you are of no use to me here, please deliver these breeches to Ben."
Could her mother really be that blind?
"There's a dear," said Mrs. Merriman as slowly Felicity accepted the pile of pants.
P.S. I feel like storytelling changed a little bit. Is it bad? Good? Better? Can you even tell? Let me know.