Rose with thorns (1)

Alessandra jolted when she felt someone suddenly touch her but relaxed when their arms settled around her waist. No one would be so bold to touch her like this unless they didn't fear Edgar. "What are you doing, Edgar?" She looked sideways to get a look at him.

"Trying to figure out why you are just staring out the window. Are you expecting a guest? The dressmaker is not returning right?" Edgar asked as he could not deal with Erin hanging around his house any longer.

"Erin," Alessandra corrected what he called Erin. "No, she will not be returning any time soon. I was watching Sally and Caleb leave to take her parents from her aunt's house. I hope her parents will hear her out and leave," she said whilst watching the carriage exit the gates.

Alessandra stood at the window next to the front door.

"Your mind is always filled with someone else but it is hardly me," Edgar said as sad as he could make his voice sound to make her feel guilty.