Any bad love poetry had to be better than none, not that she expected Willa to be as accepting of mediocre affections. But still, Lydie would've been pleased just to know anyone thought of her that way. Perhaps then her future on the marriage mart wouldn't feel so daunting.
Despite the fantasies Lydie had dreamt up over the last year, she groaned inwardly at the shift in conversation. Lydie had too much to lose to risk kissing boys in school, there was too much pressure on her maintaining a pristine reputation. “I wouldn't know where to start,” she laughed. “I'm still too caught up in the mechanics of it all to consider trying.”
Despite the fantasies Lydie had dreamt up over the last year, she groaned inwardly at the shift in conversation. Lydie had too much to lose to risk kissing boys in school, there was too much pressure on her maintaining a pristine reputation. “I wouldn't know where to start,” she laughed. “I'm still too caught up in the mechanics of it all to consider trying.”