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The Writing Girl
"Dear Miss Mirela..."
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 19:20:18 GMT
[attr="class","cbg"] [attr="class","cbgtop"] [attr="class","cimg"]  [attr="class","clbox"] [attr="class","ctopline"]if you dream a thing once or more [attr="class","cscript"] ❀ it is sure to come true ❀ [attr="class","cline"] [attr="class","cbody"] A brother's protection. How utterly unfamiliar. She could not fathom was it was to have a brother's protection. Not in this way. She supposed that he was protecting her by allowing her to remain in his home rather than sending her to a convent or letting her fend for herself on the streets. Though she did not like to, she did question his incentives . . . whether it was to avoid shame upon his family for disowning a younger sister, or if it was because he had any care for her at all. While Mirela knew it was impolite to argue to such an extent, especially to her employer and a man of such power and position . . . this was not something she could so easily let go. "I would truly prefer he did not know," she softly pleaded. Without having to give him details of her home life, or the strained relationship between her and her brother. She was not one to complain and she would not burden Mister Knightly with such things.
"At least not right now." A fair compromise she hoped, that perhaps down the road she would tell it . . . much, much, much further down the road. His next question caused her to pause, bringing her back into her feelings of humiliation and foolishness though they did not wane. They just, had been temporarily numbed. "Mister Cooper?" She asked, trying to stall for a brief moment so that she could find the proper words to say. "I . . . did not wish to marry him. Not even before all this." Before finding out his true, despicable character. "He asked to take me for a drive and I, thought it a good idea." To make Tobias jealous. Which, had clearly backfired. Yet she decided to use this opportunity, while they were on the subject, to do a little research. Opening her eyes she remained close but raised her gaze to him. From this angle, their bodies were so close, the closest perhaps she had ever been to him. How exhilarating. How torturous. "Have you ever become jealous before?" Was it truly the way to gain a man's attentions? To elicit the feelings of jealousy? He seemed like such a strong, stoic man. She found herself enviuos of any woman who was able to make him jealous.[googlefont=Dancing Script][newclass=.cbg]width:400px;background:#000000;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cbgtop]width:400px;height:120px;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.cimg]float:left;width:100px;height:100px;padding:10px;border:1px #aaa solid;[/newclass][newclass=.clbox]float:right;height:100px;margin:15px 5px auto auto;text-align:justify;width:257px;[/newclass][newclass=.ctopline]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass][newclass=.cscript]font-size:23px;margin-top:-3px;font-family:Dancing Script;color:#e5b2ad;[/newclass][newclass=.cscript span]color:#ccc;[/newclass][newclass=.cline]height:1px;background-color:#888;margin:3px auto;[/newclass][newclass=.clyrics]font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#999;[/newclass][newclass=.cbody]font-family:verdana;color:#999;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cnotes]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;opacity:0.8;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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The Writing Girl
"Dear Miss Mirela..."
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:52:33 GMT
[attr="class","cbg"] [attr="class","cbgtop"] [attr="class","cimg"] [attr="class","clbox"] [attr="class","ctopline"]if you dream a thing once or more [attr="class","cscript"] ❀ it is sure to come true ❀ [attr="class","cline"] [attr="class","cbody"] With him having mounted the horse and his rather strong arms on either side of her . . . she had to admit she felt a bit more secure. A bit more stable. And the unwavering feeling of safety. She found herself leaning closer to him for that extra stability. Had she been in a better frame of mind, perhaps she would have recognized that this was a perfect opportunity to continue her attempts to seduce him. And had she not been so distracted by the movement of the horse, and the topic of her brother finding out -- and the way that Tobias' scent helped soothe her -- then perhaps, she too would have noticed the small indications of his own brief glances and subtleties. But alas, circumstances prevented her from advancing towards her ultimate goal and instead, she felt something strange. The only man who ever sought to protect her was her father. And since then, she was unfamiliar with the notion of a man wishing to protect her, whether it be physically or protecting her honor. To hear Tobias speak with such conviction that his actions shall not go without consequences was . . . intriguing. And she had to shamefully admit to herself, thrilling. As the horse continued forward she found herself closing her eyes, her hands gripping the saddle tightly so that she would not fall.
But something made her feel reassured, that he would not let her fall. "I . . . cannot allow such a thing," she told him. A duel. Her brother would never challenge the man to a duel, but rather punish her! And she feared he would disallow her from ever leaving the house again. "Please. He can not know. I fear the shame it would bring and what may happen as a result of him finding out." Not to Mister Cooper, but selfishly, to herself. "I will tell him I was lost. Or that there was an accident of sorts. But please, do not tell him of what happened." She was practically begging him without revealing the details of why. Being general enough while hopefully offering sound logic and well, the pleading in her tone rather genuine. She let out a small gasp at the bump and her hands instinctively went from the saddle to his shoulders, somewhat wrapping around her neck while she nested against his chest. Oh if she only realized indeed, how this would be such an opportune moment for her plan. But her mind was lost to everything else as she focused on the best way to find ease in this moment. [googlefont=Dancing Script][newclass=.cbg]width:400px;background:#000000;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cbgtop]width:400px;height:120px;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.cimg]float:left;width:100px;height:100px;padding:10px;border:1px #aaa solid;[/newclass][newclass=.clbox]float:right;height:100px;margin:15px 5px auto auto;text-align:justify;width:257px;[/newclass][newclass=.ctopline]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass][newclass=.cscript]font-size:23px;margin-top:-3px;font-family:Dancing Script;color:#e5b2ad;[/newclass][newclass=.cscript span]color:#ccc;[/newclass][newclass=.cline]height:1px;background-color:#888;margin:3px auto;[/newclass][newclass=.clyrics]font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#999;[/newclass][newclass=.cbody]font-family:verdana;color:#999;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cnotes]font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;opacity:0.8;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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"Dear Miss Mirela..."
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:14:56 GMT
[attr="class","cbg"] [attr="class","cbgtop"] [attr="class","cimg"]  [attr="class","clbox"] [attr="class","ctopline"]if you dream a thing once or more [attr="class","cscript"] ❀ it is sure to come true ❀ [attr="class","cline"] [attr="class","cbody"] Mirela was trying to follow along with everything he said . . . but the more he spoke -- the more he revealed, the more of a blur it all became. Talent . . . published . . . weekly . . . Mirela was doing all she could to keep calm and composed. But as he finished his last sentence, she could not help the small squeal of excitement that involuntarily left her lips. Immediate realization followed with her raised hand covering her mouth as if to stifle the unattractive sound. The excitement over this was evident within her gaze though as her eyes widened and her other hand casually rested upon her lap, gripping the fabric of her dress to help channel the energy into something . . . other than squealing. When she was finally able to muster enough composure, she dropped her hand from her lips and spoke.
"OH thank you Sir! Thank you so very much!" This was without a doubt, the most exciting thing that had happened to her in her entire life! "This is such a great honor!" That someone would think anything she wrote -- or did -- was worthwhile. Worth reading. Worth bringing attention to. Her life was spent as a wallflower, a now spinster . . . her advising words based on observation and instinct rather than any real experience. So it hear that it was worth something, anything . . . was beyond honoring. "Does . . . does this mean you will expect me to write every week, should it do well?" She just had to clarify because somehow, it seemed too good to be true! "I would not know how to gain more writers so that I may offer such response." Advice. Who knew! That her given advice would be intriguing to a man such as himself! This was truly, one of the best days of her life.
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:05:21 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:05:09 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:04:58 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:04:18 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:03:55 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:03:44 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:03:32 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:03:16 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:03:04 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:02:48 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:02:37 GMT
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Post by Mirela Camden on Jan 22, 2022 17:02:19 GMT
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