babies | chapter seven

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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFULbabies | chapter seven

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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL
babies | chapter seven

YOUNG AND BEAUTIFULbabies | chapter seven

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perhaps a baby comes of dancing

“perhaps a baby comes of dancing”

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New York, 1812

“SHH,” CLARISSA WHISPERED IN A FLURRY of giggles as she led Willa behind her through the corridors of Gracie Mansion, avoiding the footmen and maids that were hurrying around to accommodate the party guests downstairs in the ballroom. Willa pointed to a cloakroom down the hall and they both made a beeline for it.

Clarissa swung open the door, letting Willa sneak in first before she checked over her shoulder, seeing the corridor was empty, disappearing in after her. The cloakroom was dark and warm with the hooks upon hooks of guests’ coats and scarves pillowed around them, the two of them sinking to the carpeted floor with red cheeks and giddy laughter. Their knees knocked together in the enclosed space, the two girls slowly calming back down, Willa’s leg coming to rest on Clarissa’s.

Clarissa pulled her bottom lip beneath her top teeth, eyes flickering fast between Willa’s flushed face and the buzzing on her skin from where Willa was touching her. Willa looked back at her through hooded eyes, her hand that rested on the floor at her side slowly creeping over to touch Clarissa’s hand. Her pinkie finger wrapped around her own, the tingling feeling fizzling across Clarissa’s skin once more.

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