Charters House
I scrambled backward onto my seat. Glowering at Bodin.
The rest of the carriage ride was icily quiet.
I was so angry I could feel myself vibrating with frustration. I closed my eyes and imagined I was at one of my favorite stage plays listening to the carefully crafted lines and the pretty poetry being recited so lovingly.
My senses calmed and my body eased as I imagined the smooth, low voice reciting it and envisioned myself as the inspiration for such lovely words. Knowing how Sarah would laugh at me for my fanciful musings.
“Why hunger for a poet you’ll never meet instead of grabbing hold of a suitor right before you.”
I’d heard her say it often enough as she made the clenching motion.
“I plan to find a man fine of form and face and charm him with my wit and beauty until he’s utterly susceptible to my persuasion. Then once he’s wed me, I’ll set him aside like a pretty trinket and go back to buying fine dresses and nice tea parties.”
I’d scoffed at her.