The past few months had been both flattering and confusing. A Viscount had taken a genuine interest in her. Not only were they not of the same class, but his status made this all the more intimidating. Yet he was so sweet. Acacia was not, altogether, sure what to think of the matter.
Before a maid was able to answer the door, Malachai had eagerly swung it open. Acacia had just been coming down the stairs when she heard her step-brother shout, "Acacia! The fancy man is here to see you again!"
Ears turning almost as red as her hair, she rushed down the rest of the stairs and down the hall until she could see them, slowing down to a polite walk. "Malachai, that is not how we properly greet our guests." She said gently. Then she spotted the flowers. Oh... now her ears and cheeks matched that hair of hers.
Before a maid was able to answer the door, Malachai had eagerly swung it open. Acacia had just been coming down the stairs when she heard her step-brother shout, "Acacia! The fancy man is here to see you again!"
Ears turning almost as red as her hair, she rushed down the rest of the stairs and down the hall until she could see them, slowing down to a polite walk. "Malachai, that is not how we properly greet our guests." She said gently. Then she spotted the flowers. Oh... now her ears and cheeks matched that hair of hers.
