Edenbrooke
“To be ruined by reputation was just as damning as to be ruined in actuality. No one would want me if I passed the night with Mr. Beaufort, no matter what he did or did not do to me. Fear ballooned in my chest at the thought. I tried to break the window, beating at it with my fists, but the glass held. After a while I dropped to the bench, exhausted. I could no longer hope for rescue from anyone, nor escape. I tried not to cry while my hopes raced away from me.
I kept watch out the window in an attempt to make sense of where we were going, but since I was not familiar with the area, the road we traveled on meant nothing to me. It felt as if we rode for hours. I was sick twice and left all of my breakfast on the floor of the carriage. And then, utterly wretched, I lay on the bench and tried not to breathe through my nose.
The sky was gray and colorless when the carriage finally stopped. It felt like we had been traveling all day long. When Mr. Beaufort opened the carriage door, he reare...d back, holding his hand over his mouth and nose.MoreLess
I kept watch out the window in an attempt to make sense of where we were going, but since I was not familiar with the area, the road we traveled on meant nothing to me. It felt as if we rode for hours. I was sick twice and left all of my breakfast on the floor of the carriage. And then, utterly wretched, I lay on the bench and tried not to breathe through my nose.
The sky was gray and colorless when the carriage finally stopped. It felt like we had been traveling all day long. When Mr. Beaufort opened the carriage door, he reare...d back, holding his hand over his mouth and nose.MoreLess
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