“I have a plan, Anna, but it is really complicated seeing that Preston doesn’t even like having fun!” Clara Braithwaite exclaimed with a sigh of frustration as they sat on her fancy porch, drinking an expensive Brandy wine, “doesn’t it worry you that he is so withdrawn sometimes, Anna?”
Anna shook her head and smacked her tongue, it was fine Brandy. “My brother is not withdrawn,” she replied, her eyes tracing over the gleaming, snake-like skin of the water that filled the foot-shaped pool not too far away from them, “he is just old-fashioned and doesn’t like to engage in the frivolities of the modern age, as he loves to call it.”
Clara smiled dreamily, “That makes him even more exciting,” she said, more to herself than Clara, “it’s frustrating though. No man has been able to satisfy me s
