Alabaster skin, raven curls, a little white scarf affixed to her décolletage to preserve her reputation, and honeysuckle scent dabbed in every crevice. She could hear the simmer of male voices in the drawing room, and tiptoed to the crack in the door to see what suitors her father had arranged.
The delible soldiers, however outfitted immaculately in anticipation of meeting the general’s daughter, were all sitting in an arranged arc, especially for her view. Peeking through the door, she muffled a giggle as she recognized her secret lover, Will, squirming a bit in his seat. She wondered how long it would be before her father realized William was already familiar with his daughter.