November 23rd
Hannah leaned back from the writing desk, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. It had been nearly three weeks since the Halloween Ball without a word from Mr. Pettigrew, aside from Carrie's recounting of the outing to Portugal. The invitation had been intended for her, Hannah was nearly certain of it, and she would have to find some way to get back at August for bungling it! At least Carrie had appeared to enjoy herself, she supposed, and she could hardly blame her for that. Besides, even if she were unreasonable enough to blame her cousin, she couldn't be mad at her for long. Who else could she tell about this newest development?
She folded the letter and stood, then hurried towards her door as quickly as her dress would allow. Throwing the door open, she trotted out into the hall -- and right into an innocent bystander. Yes, that was just what she needed, was to establish a reputation as a clumsy buffoon like Miss Cockburn!
"I'm terribly sorry! How clumsy of me," she exclaimed, her free hand flying to her mouth as she tucked the one holding the letter behind her back. No need for anyone other than Carrie to know about that; Mr. Pettigrew was still in mourning, after all. "Are you quite all right?"
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Hannah leaned back from the writing desk, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. It had been nearly three weeks since the Halloween Ball without a word from Mr. Pettigrew, aside from Carrie's recounting of the outing to Portugal. The invitation had been intended for her, Hannah was nearly certain of it, and she would have to find some way to get back at August for bungling it! At least Carrie had appeared to enjoy herself, she supposed, and she could hardly blame her for that. Besides, even if she were unreasonable enough to blame her cousin, she couldn't be mad at her for long. Who else could she tell about this newest development?
She folded the letter and stood, then hurried towards her door as quickly as her dress would allow. Throwing the door open, she trotted out into the hall -- and right into an innocent bystander. Yes, that was just what she needed, was to establish a reputation as a clumsy buffoon like Miss Cockburn!
"I'm terribly sorry! How clumsy of me," she exclaimed, her free hand flying to her mouth as she tucked the one holding the letter behind her back. No need for anyone other than Carrie to know about that; Mr. Pettigrew was still in mourning, after all. "Are you quite all right?"
Open to anyone at PSYR!
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GORGEOUS LADYSET #374
