"Ouch," Hannah exclaimed, as a servant tired some cloth around her and Char's ankles.
"Too tight, Ms. Pratcher?" The young woman asked as she loosened it up.
"Harries," Charlotte fake coughed as she looked away from Hannah.
"No, its the bab—uh—balloons popped in my hair? I'm from the south, southern saying," Hannah tried to play off, "Now run along..."
"Balloons popped in my hair? Really, Hannah? I'm from the south and we ain't never said nothing like that before," Char said, her voice resorting back to a sassy southern accent instead of her adopted British one.
All the racers lined up with excitement in their eyes. Trash talk began, which lead to Binley giving a lecture to how proper young men and women should address each other.
"Try to stay ladylike please," Madison smirked to John before the race started. But before he could come up with a reply the race began. Never in her life had Hannah been so grateful for Charlotte's running skills. Together, the two out ran the boys and came in first in almost every event.
"What is next?" a tired Mary Cat asked as they sat down for afternoon tea.
"A teamed horse back race," James replied as he looked up from his notebook and at Mcat.
"How does that work?"
"Us men, ask you all to ride with us. We control while you all sit behind us looking beautiful. That should not be too hard for you, Ms. Loftis."
"Whatever," Mcat blushed. James and Mcat, Madison and John, and Charlotte and Timothy, all paired off leaving Hannah alone.
"Excuse me," someone asked as he tapped Hannah's shoulder. His soft British accent sounded familiar to her, "Would you like to be my riding partner?"
"I am fine," she replied as she turned to see loving green eyes staring at her. "What on earth are you doing here! Of course I will be your partner!"
"Let's win this," Jack smiled as the rode up to the line.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Mcat exclaimed.
"Hush," James Whispered, "He is an actor Ms. Binley hired to keep Hannah entertained.
"Oh lord," she sighed, "We better beat them!"
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Winchester Abbey
ChickLitThis was a delve into a writing ourselves into the world of Austenland. Over email, we accumulated a truckload of words as we pretended to go to Britain and experience this wonderful reenactment all for ourselves. I love comments and be forewarned...
