Thomas was kind to me, but I couldn't say the same about Becky. She had ended up forcing me to get a new dress. Luckily Father promised to get me something to remember this week by. I choose to get the dark green satin dress that Becky said would look best on me. I was craving friendship.
"That dress looks beautiful on you, Bella," Thomas said one evening. I looked around and found myself alone with him.
"Thank you," I replied, smoothing my skirts self-consciously.
He caught one of my fluttering hands in his. "I love you, Bella," he murmured.
He had caught me off guard. "You do?"
Thomas nodded slowly. He pulled me around so I was facing him. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He tilted my face up and bent his down towards mine. His lips met mine and we kissed.
I pulled back a few moments later. "Oh, Thomas," I breathed. "You don't know what this means to me."
He brought my face back to his. "Are you sure," he whispered, his sweet breath playing on my face. He kissed me again.
When I was finally able to speak again, I sighed, "Yes, I'm sure that you don't know the meaning of this. I… I…." I stopped. No, I wasn't going to finish that thought. Not now.
"What?" he asked quietly. His lips pressed against my forehead.
"Nothing," I replied. I turned and quickly made my way into the inn. He couldn't truly love me could he? I had thought all this time that he had loved Becky. But it didn't matter. We were leaving tomorrow right after the competition. There wasn't nearly enough time to get to know one another well enough to marry, could there?
I sighed as I entered the room I shared with my father. He was asleep on his bed, snoring. I smiled gently at him before readying myself for bed. I sighed again as I lay down. What would tomorrow be like?