"She is a who Caroline?" Poppy says from behind me. Her voice is a matter-a-fact I drop the child's hands. No one has ever aroused the magic in me like that. Caroline frowns and runs her hand through her hair. I swallow and stand up.
"She probably meant who." I tell Poppy. I turn around and face Caroline." I am Gemma, Gemma Do- Middlestone."
The look on her face is cold and harsh. Trembling I slip my arm through Poppy's.
"You know Lady Middlestone, Caroline hasn't talked before." This surprises me greatly. What horrors has she seen in her short life time?
I ignore her as I play with the other children and draw with them. Poppy happens to be an excellent drawer putting my picture to shame. I dread knowing my carriage will be here soon. I can her the feet of the horses against the street. There is a knock on the gate doors. I stand up and fix my dress.
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"Gemma you really need to stop visiting those children?" Lady Denby. I ignore her and play with the food on my plate. The children mean so much to me. They are like my other family."You are spoiling our family name." No I am spoiling your name.
"I am full," I whisper." May I be excused?" Without waiting for the reply I push myself from the table. Lady Denby throws me a look of disapproval. Her perfect mouth in a scowl. I walk out of the dining room and break into a run when I am out of sight. I flung open the door to me and Simon's room. I collapse on my bed and strart sobbbing. Why can't I just have a perfect life? Why can't I have Kartik back? More whys fly through my head making me sob harder. I stop crying and start to hiccup.
"Gemmasweetheart are you okay?" I hear Simon whisper in my ear. Without raising my head I shake it. I feel his fingers detangling my thick hair. He probably regrets marring me. This causes me to start crying again.
"I love you," he whispers pulling me into his arms. How could he still love me? I stop crying and just lay there. I finally look him in the brushes a few lose hairs off my face. He may not be good looking as but his close. I trace his nose with my finger and down his jaw. He has a strong jaw. His lips look like Cupid's arrow and I suddenly want to kiss him. I lean up and lay my lips on his mouth. As the kiss deepens I clutch him tighly. I could learn to love him or try. He moves his hand to the string on my back. Loosing the drees. I get goosebumps as he move his hips against mine.
"We could stop if you want," He says in my ear. His voice sends chills down my back. His lips move to my neck and using his hands he removes the dress at my shoulders. He lisses my bare shoulders and a moan escapes from some where in me. His hands are setting me on finger and I ache that he would touch me everywhere."You want to stop?"