A Daughter's Worry
After getting caught in a light rain, Felberta Ashbourne returned home.
Fine particles of rain drop still adhered to her long dark hair, and the bottom of her dress was moistened by her encounter with the rain-saturated stone walkway. The light breeze that wafted across the courtyard left her no solace despite carrying the sweet fragrance of the earth dampened by rainfall and newly born flowers.
The placid expression that normally masqueraded her inner self had completely collapsed within her heart.
Instead, frustration lingered in her crimson eyes.
That shameless man...
He had chased after her only to spout one outrageous argument after another.
The more she recalled his words beneath the pavilion, the tighter her grip became on the edge of her sleeve.
How could anyone say such ridiculous things with such complete confidence?
She had met arrogant men.
She had met hypocrites.
She had met scoundrels who pretended to be gentlemen.
But never...
