"Let's take a weekend trip." "Let your folks worry where you've gone," her delicate voice murmurs behind my ear, her thin words caressing my neck.
"Anna," I say, trying to think of a way to comfort her without hurting her heart. I was unable to provide her with what she desired. I'd like to, but I'm not able to.
"You know they're not going to look for you." She yells angrily, "Not if the sky are as clear as my eyesight and her schedule is as tight as the corsets you wear."
"Annabelle, before I could get out of the gates, my father would have your head." I simply cannot allow you to take such a risk."
"You're scared, my darling." That is something I am aware of. Fear, on the other hand, does not motivate me; love does. We can conquer anything and anything when we are in love. I'll make
