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Where in the world had she found palm fronds, as well as pineapples? The cost of those alone would make a sane man weep over his ledgers. Ever since Mama became informed of Papa’s elevated rank she’d felt the need to go over the top in her entertaining. Hopefully, soon, she’d return to her senses and become the elegant hostess they all knew she was. Scratch that thought. Hoped she could be again.
“Are you quite all right, Miss Bennet?”
She gave a start and glanced up at Jonathan Lucas, seated to her right. It was at that moment she realized how close she’d leaned toward his seat in order to look around the wall of palm fronds, pineapples and other fauna. She sat upright immediately.Oh dear.
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Hug someone you love today.
Oh dear indeed - is she giving away her feelings? Great snippet and I love your end remark. Everyone needs a hug!
ReplyDeletePolite ladies aren't supposed to lean toward gentlemen, I gather? Blame the epergne.
ReplyDeleteShe's also exposing her cleavage leaning way over. Another fine snippet, Sue
ReplyDeleteVery amusing - she's really lost in thought all right. Loved the snippet!
ReplyDeleteGreat snippet!
ReplyDeleteI take it Jonathan snapped her out of a trance? I like your 'hug someone today' remark also. Something I will do with my family and friends before I leave for Poland.
ReplyDeleteLove all her thought’s about Mama’s excesses. You’ve really painted some vivid characters!
ReplyDeleteGreat characterization with mama.
ReplyDeleteI bet she was in his personal space. Scandalous!
ReplyDeleteDoes she mean "flora," or are there animals on this table? o.O
Great imagery of Mama. Enjoyed the snippet!
ReplyDeleteBlasted palm fronds anyway! Another delightful snippet, Sue!
ReplyDeleteGreat depicting of Mother's character. "Scratch that" seems too modern for the period. I don't read much historical so I could be wrong. Anyway, great snippet.
ReplyDeleteGreat snippet! :D
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