Quarantine has finally gotten to me an I've dyed my hair. Hahaha. It was supposed to be a reddish brown but it's turned out a darker shade than I would have liked. Hopefully it'll fade soon.
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Last but obviously not least, on to today's snippet. I've jumped a few lines but we're still in the same scene as last week. Made some changes to keep to the Weekend Writing Warriors guidelines.
Forgive the run-ons. Changes have been made to adapt to WeWriWa guidelines.
“Mr. Dalton, I am indebted to you for I do not know what came over me last night, but I have been told that my well-being is your responsibility. I am most grateful for your assistance.”
William smiled broadly, the motion pulling the mark beneath his eye. Emily’s breath caught and she curled her hands into tight balls at her side, aghast against the unexpected urge to touch that blemished flesh.
“It was but my duty to rescue you from the cold, heartless floor, Ms. Bunsbury,” William said with a jovial grin. Clasping his hands behind his back, he waited for her to say something.
Emily only clamped her jaws together, desperately searching for words. Speechless. Only one other time in her life had she been unable to speak under a man’s gaze, and back then she had been but a naïve girl of ten and eight years. Now, she was twenty and eight years, a wiser woman who knew what a perusal like the one Mr. Dalton gave her meant. He was like all others: thoughtless to a woman’s desires and mind, only curious to what lay beneath skirts and petticoats.
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