March 10th, 1891 — Cumbria; Last Days of Winter Party
She'd lost a glove. She had been fidgeting with it up until the point she removed it. Then, at some point during her stroll in the gardens, she dropped it somewhere. Foolish her! She went back into the maze to look for it, only she couldn't remember the exact path she had taken and now she was ankle-deep in snow. It had started snowing more fervently and Minty wished she had a parasol with her or anything to cover herself from it.
She couldn't see clearly, causing her to bump into a tall man's back. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Minty exclaimed as she waved her ungloved hand in front of her face as if that could chase the stupid snow away.
Emrys Selwyn