What do y'all prefer first or third person?
I'm thinking of writing another book in third person.
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I've sat through plenty of Gilbert and Anne's arguments but not by choice. It had only begun when they told me I resolved their disagreements and had wanted me there before things took a turn.
As I sat on the bench watching the two talk I wondered if I could slip by without any one of them noticing. But as soon as my feet were in place to walk away they turned to me. I sat back down under their eyes.
"What do you think?" I was spared answering the question when a hand was placed on my shoulder. Turning to see who it was I felt a smile tug at my lips at the sight of Moody.
"I think I should be going," I said standing and taking Moody's hand in mine before we could both be stuck by their side.
I let myself breathe as we were out of sight and walked into the parlor. I left Moody to go to my room and pack. It was finally summer and I was going home. I didn't see the need for Moody to escort me home but I was glad for it. Returning down to the parlor I saw him invested in the pieces hanging around the room. With a clearing of my throat, I brought his attention onto me and I walked toward him.
Just as he always did he brought me into his arms as I was in reach. Before we could break apart he pressed a kiss to my cheek. I turned away before he could see me flush red and led him to the couch.
"I didn't expect you to be here until tomorrow," I began ignoring the looks my friends gave me as they entered the room.
"I wanted to surprise you." It was then he noticed their presence and turned to face them. Caught in their teasing they walked toward us and sat in between us.
He gave me a look and I only shrugged.
"Moody, you don't mind if we talk with her do you?" They didn't give him a chance to respond as they pulled me away and into a corner of the room. Josie ended the questions as we were out of earshot and began to speak, "We wanted to congratulate you and ask why you didn't tell us?"
I took a step back as they looked to me for answers. Answers I wasn't sure I had.
At my confusion, Tillie clarified, "You're engaged!" I felt my heart skip a beat and hoped they were pulling my leg. Engaged in what? But k wasn't that stupid to pretend I didn't know what they implied. From the way they were looking at me earnestly, they were serious. "He hasn't asked?"
I shook my head and saw the terrified looks on their faces. Confused as their voices rang through my ears. It was meant to be a secret, I could tell, and they only out and told me.
Ruby the first to recover cleared her throat and looked back to Moody. "Pretend this conversation never happened."
I wanted to ask how I could do that. How I could look at Moody and pretend he wasn't going to ask to marry me. But before I could question them the sound of footsteps had me looking at the boy in question.
A smile made its way to my face as Tillie ushered everyone out of the room. Despite my smile, I rocked back and forth on my heels nervously. If he could tell the shift in my mood he didn't let on. Instead, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and took me somewhere quiet.
Perhaps soon enough. Because I didn't think I could wait any longer before I told him I knew.
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Their words were ringing in my ears even as I sat alone on the couch waiting for Moody to stop by. It seemed Tillie's words held some truth to them as my mother brought out a box full of her things.
