This is the twenty-ninth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
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She darted out of Miss Charleston’s carriage, hurrying a ‘thank you.’
The staff was conveniently vacant when she entered the estate. And, inconveniently, for she’d lost herself a few times already. Dazedly, she stopped at the drawing room.
He came to a stand. “Alisa?”
She gave him no answer. Immediately closer, her hands were palming over him in a feverish search. “Was this a masquerade? Aren’t you unwell?”
He chuckled warmly. “If you’d like me to be, hand me a fire-tender.”
“That’s not funny.” She looked up desperately. “Why did you leave?”
He was suddenly solemn. “For your own good.”