Woman: …And that's how I lost this tooth.
She gave Will a grin. Her name was Priscilla Wilkins. She had been Mary's next door neighbor for the last two years, and this was the first time she talked to Will.
Will: …fascinating…Anyways, I just want to thank you again for looking after my mother while Tara and I attend the party.
Priscilla: Why, don't you even worry about it! I enjoy Mary's company very much.
It was then that Will heard the click-clacking of shoes on the stairwell. He turned around to find Tara gliding down the stairs. Her dress was of a cream white color and the front of her dress had a triangular slit up the middle which revealed a red, ruffled, satin layer underneath. A string of pearls graced her neck, with a pair of matching earrings. The cream colored fabric enveloped her long, bronze arms, leaving only her hands exposed. Her hair was loosely put into a bun, with a few curly strands of hair in her face. She looked simple, but elegant. Will and Tara continued to gaze at each other with each step she took. By the time the reached the bottom of the stairwell, Will was there waiting for her. She let go of the bottom of the dress, which brushed the floor when released from her clutch. He took a bow.
Will: My lady…
He took her hand and gently kissed it while still staring into her eyes. She looked down at her shoes and slowly twirled around.
Tara: How do I look?
Will: It's…
Will didn't know what to say. He was speechless.
Will: …You look…
There wasn't any word in the universe that could describe how she looked at that moment. Stunning? Definitely. Beautiful? Absolutely. Perfect? But of course.
Will: …indescribable. That's how good you look right now.
Tara could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.
Tara: Well, you look…
Tara looked him up and down, shaking her head in amazement. He had shaved earlier that day, and it gave his face a clean, fresh glow. His hair was pulled back into a neat, little ponytail. He wore a ruffled white shirt with a black jacket over it, which went with his black pants. She looked back into his eyes.
Tara: rather indescribable too, for lack of a better word.
Tara stepped in closer to him and put a folded, white handkerchief in his jacket pocket.
Tara: Mary told me to give you this…it was your father's.
He looked down at his pocket and held his hand there. He looked up and stared at Tara's face again, just inches away from his. They stood there, silently, for a moment until Priscilla interrupted.
Priscilla: You better move along, don't want to arrive late now do we?
Tara: You know where the doctor's house is, right?
Priscilla: Yes…
Tara: And you know that the party is at Ms. Porter's house, just in case something happens?
Will smiled at Tara. She loved his mother just as much as he did. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Will leaned behind her and whispered in her ear.
Will: She'll be fine.
She turned her head to her right shoulder, and Will's nose grazed lightly upon her cheek. A shudder went down her spine. His heartbeat sped up. They reluctantly separated. Will offered his arm and Tara latched onto it. They made their way outside and into the carriage.
Tara: This is exciting, my first carriage ride.
Will: You mean to tell me you've never been in a carriage before?
Tara: Nope, this is my first carriage ride, first party, first dress…
Will: Speaking of that, where did you get such a heavenly dress from?
Tara: Well, it just so happens this was your mother's. And she wore it when she first started courting your father.
Will eyed the dress again. He didn't think it was possible, but she looked even more gorgeous.
Tara: Though, it's rather unfortunate that one must wear a corset with this sort of dress. Dreadful things, I don't know why women in London are so fond of them.
Corsets…the very word brought Elizabeth back to Will. He remembered her great dislike for them as well. Maybe this was a sign. He loved Elizabeth, maybe he was supposed to love Tara too. After all, he liked Tara and he wanted to kiss her at that moment. He wanted to kiss her on more than one occasion. Will decided to wait until later tonight to make his move. He couldn't let another "opportune moment" go to waste.
A/N:
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