Grace glanced down at the crumpled gown, knowing she ought to tell him. Her sister was getting married and she really needed to get home and ensure she hadn’t torn the dress, or else Mama would be terribly stressed out. But when she looked up at him she found that she couldn’t say that. She didn’t want to.
“I—Yes. My sister’s getting married next month, so I have double the shopping to do.” A lie, a lie, a lie. She d hadn’t gone out with more coins her pursue than she’d been allotted for her dress repairs, and now she was down to mere knuts.
“High Street is very busy today,” she commented, praying and pleading for the heat to leave her cheeks, but it was only worsened by the knowledge that she was lying. “Have you been waiting very long?”
“I—Yes. My sister’s getting married next month, so I have double the shopping to do.” A lie, a lie, a lie. She d hadn’t gone out with more coins her pursue than she’d been allotted for her dress repairs, and now she was down to mere knuts.
“High Street is very busy today,” she commented, praying and pleading for the heat to leave her cheeks, but it was only worsened by the knowledge that she was lying. “Have you been waiting very long?”
