Saturday, March 8, 2014

She turned at the sound of his voice, her navy skirts flaring out around her legs, and a sudden smile lighted her face.
"Shall we walk together?" he asked.
She answered by taking his offered arm. They strolled away from the main party and down a neatly trimmed path.
She asked him how he knew the bride, and he answered that the groom was a cousin of his. Then he stopped and looked at her.
"I almost didn't recognize you," he said. "You look much more grown-up since I saw you last – you ran out in the rain, your hair getting wet and your boots muddy, yet not minding."
She smiled again, and sat down daintily on the arm of a park bench. "Am I so very changed?"
"No, you're very much the same, in one way. But you have to admit that you're much more of a lady. Why, you're old enough to be a bride yourself!"
She looked down and was silent a moment. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No," he said softly. "No, it isn't."
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1 comment:

  1. :) is it a specific story? Savvy


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