Chapter 18

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I looked. At her in complete shock.

"What did you say?"I said about to drop my plate on the ground. "Here dear. You are going to break something." She said getting up and coming over and taking the plate out of my hands.

I walked across the room and took a deep breath.

"What did you say? Please answer me." I said. Turning my head slightly. But loud enough so she could hear me.

"I said. Mr. Bagans came to the house last night." She said. I turned my body and faced her. "What did he want?" I said. My nurse just sat there. "Oh. He wanted to see if you wanted to go horse riding with him that's all." I looked kinda shocked. Mr. Bagans doesn't look like a kind of man who goes horseback riding.

"Alright. I will go." I said. "When is he taking me?" Then my nurse put her plate aside, and got out of her seat. Then her hand went in her apron. And then she pulled out a pice of paper. "Here you go Miss. He wanted me to give this to you when he came last night. But I told him that you were asleep up on your room." She handed me the letter, and I grabbed hold of it.

I then looked at the letter. It had a red wax to the back. It looked like his crest. His family crest. It was two lions with two different flags just across each other. Then a little figure. Then, the bottom had his initials. I ran the tip of my fingers through the crest. "ZAB." I whispered. His initials. Then I carefully opened the letter. But I stopped. "Nurse. You may leave now. I will be down by the time it's time for my studies. Thank you." Then my nurse grabbed the plates, and the coffee. She picked up the trey and left. I held the letter close to me. I took deep breaths. I was nervous. I got the courage to open the letter.

I continued to carefully open it. It read.

Dear Miss. Allison

Hello Miss. Allison. It is me. Mr. Bagans. I just wanted to inform you that I will be taking you horseback riding, and possibly take you to see the opera again. Please write me back when you have an answer. Thank you Miss. Allison. I love hearing from you. And I hope that you love hearing from me.

Sincerely yours,

Mr. Bagans

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