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Aria's POV

The stranger left Spencer laying on the lounge with a strange look in her eye.

"Spencer, darling. What just happened?" Hanna quickly asked.

"But he is a yankee," she muttered to herself. "Yankees can't have manners." She looked confused. She slowly stood up, adjusted her skirts, and approached the bookshelf. She began grabbing books hastily and looking at the titles.

"None of these are telling me anything!" She sighed heavily.

"Spencer," I grabbed her shoulders, and led her back to the lounge. "Sit down darling."

She ran her hands through her hair, and her eyes got big. "I know it," she finally said. "He is a confederate in disguise."

"Is Miss Confederate thinking of a Yankee?" Hanna drawled.

Spencer gave Hanna the evil eye, and dropped her head back in her hands.

"Lets start talking about the benefit." Emily said.

Emily spoke in hushed tones, trying desperately to plan everything perfectly. Finally Spencer said, "Emily it already dark, we have everything planned, lets just embroider."

"Good idea, Spencer Darling." Hanna said, and the girls reached for their books and embroidery.

"I think I left something in the garden," I said quickly.

"Aria, you weren't in the-" I cut Emily off.

"Yes I was," I got up quickly and walked to Hanna's teahouse.

"Ezra," I whispered ducking behind a wooden post. Strong hands wrapped around my waist from behind.

"I'm right here, Darling." Ezra whispered in my ear. I turned my head slightly, and our lips brushed. I put my hands on his.

Flashback:

Ezra carried me inside after he said the coast was clear. He walked quickly, dodging all of the servants.

"Rose start tea, and bring it to my door." He called down a hallway without being scene. We continued walking through a maze of corridors until he came to one door at the end of a long hallway. He pushed it open, and set me down on the large four post bed.

"I'm so sorry, that it is such a mess in here. I couldn't find my jacket this morning."

"Oh, don't apologize, it is so very kind of you to bring me here." I said back to him.

There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Ezra, the tea is outside the door."

"Thank you, Rose." He waited until he heard her lumber away, then he quickly opened the door and snatched the tea.

"I don't really know what to do with this?" He stated it more like a question than a statement. "My mother usually serves tea."

"I'll do it," I smiled. He smiled back, and opened cabinet in the room.

"When I was a young boy, I would sneak out to ride horses in the night." Ezra said holding up a small first aid kit.

I had served tea with my good hand, but my shoulder and hand ached so badly, tears poured down my face.

Ezra took the tea away from me, and sat it on a small table. He took my injured hand his, and began cleaning it. The witch hazel stung so badly on my hand and shoulder, I whimpered quietly. Ezra stopped what he was doing, one hand still resting on my upper arm. He leaned forward and kissed a stray tear on my cheek.

"Shh, my darling, the pain will be gone soon." My eyes fluttered, I had been kissed by the man I had loved since I was a small child, and he called me his darling.

Without thinking, I brought one hand to his cheek. His face was warm against my cool hand. He leaned into my palm, and brought his hand to his cheek.

Ezra was going to lean in for a real kss.

"Our parents." I whispered. "It's wrong."

"If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right." He whispered. This brought brand new tears to my eyes, and I let him kiss me.

End of flashback.

Ezra held me, and leaned back and kissed him passionately. I turned to face him and looked into his gorgeous eyes. Suddenly, he swept my feet out from under me, and picked me up. He walked to a bench in the tea house, and held me to his chest.

His chin rested on my head, every once in a while, he would kiss the top of my head.

"Are you coming to the event next week?" I asked him.

"Yes," He said simply.

"I'm nervous," I sighed.

"What for?"

"The doctor is 'auctioning' women for the cause."

"Why ever would he do that?" Ezra sounded alarmed.

"Mona said it was okay, "If mona says its okay, then it must be okay."" I quoted the doctor.

"I'll bid on you," he whispered into my hair.

"Really?"

"Really."