My True Love
Gave to Me
…
eleven pipers piping …
Anna Kittrell
Lady
Dinah flicked open her fan. Why was it so dreadfully hot in here? She feared
perspiration would dampen her green silk dress.
“Glass
of water, milady?” Her governess, Marie, creased her freckled brow. “You are
pouring like a sieve.”
Dinah
fanned faster. “Thank you, Marie, a glass of water would be lovely.” She
swallowed, her throat burning.
She
had hoped her wooziness would go unnoticed, but hope never granted her favors.
Naturally, Marie had noticed her condition. She’d helped care for Dinah since
infancy, then quietly stepped into the role of fulltime caregiver nearly a year
ago, when Dinah’s mother died of influenza. ... Read More ...
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