I am soooooo sorry. I sometimes wonder if I'm even related to my family. I think that it has literally been a month since I've updated. Belles, you were all so nice. You helped me get through my hard time with my boyfriend. Aaron says thank you so much. (He thinks your reviews helped him heal…. I really don't know.) Anyway I love you all!
Emily's POV
I had felt very awkward sitting at Hanna's side with the rest of the men. I felt that if I continued to do so, someone would figure out my secret before I even knew what it was. I excused myself politely, and set off towards the garden. Maybe if I found Aria, I would feel less out of place.
Ditching the plan to go to the garden, I set off towards the house. Inside the door, there had been a slave named Isaac.
"Isaac, have you seen Miss. Aria?" I asked earnestly.
"Last I seen her, Miss. Emily she be going to the stables."
Good god, Aria had had one of her panic attacks where she ran away. I needed to find her.
Aria's POV
"I need your permission to tend to your shoulder." The voice said.
"Why do you need permission?" I asked dumbly.
"I'll need to rip the fabric of your dress." The man said.
Even though he was a perfect stranger, (an attractive one at that,) I didn't mind. "Why don't you just unbutton it?"
"That would be smart." He laughed. His blue eyes lit up, and those perfect dimples were there. It was my Ezra.
He sat me up, steadying my shoulders with his strong hands. Skillfully, he began to unbutton the dress, then slipped it over my head.
"This does not look good." He said examining my shoulder. Ezra ripped some fabric off of his shirt, and blotted my shoulder with it.
"Oomph," I groaned against the pain. I raised my hand to my face to brush stray hairs away. When I saw my hand though, I turned away from my angel and threw up.
"Don't look at it." Ezra said quickly stepping front of me. "Focus on me. Look at my eyes and nothing else." He then grabbed my hand, and raised it to his chest. "Feel my heart beat, and look at my eyes. You're okay."
When he said it, I realized it must be true.
"I'm going to lift you now." He grabbed the over part of my dress, and lifted me. The hoop had been in the way, so he shimmied me out of it. I was left in my petticoat, corset, and shirtwaist. He lifted me up, sliding one hand under my knees, and the other one on the small of my back. My good hand was on his chest, the bad one wrapped up in my lap.
"I'm going to take you to you're house." I nodded even though I didn't want to go home.
Hanna's POV
Even though I had had all of those men around me, Sean still wasn't paying any attention. He had been walking around with MONA. I should have realized before that she wasn't a good friend.
"Miss. Hanna," A quiet voice said. I looked over, and found Lucas looking at me. "I want to ask for your hand in marriage." Where had this come from?
"WAHOOOOO, SIGN UP FOR THE WAR!" Oh, that made more sense. I almost said no, but then I looked over. Sean was kissing Mona with such passion that I was worried Mona would faint on the spot.
"I would love to, but if you're going to marry me, you'd better ask my mother." I warned sweetly.
"Why thank you, dear." Lucas said, and sped off.
Short chapter, but I have homework! I'm sorry it was short, but review with your ideas!
