*After the Storm*
After the perilous journey to retrieve a file of paramount importance, and a trip to the desert to hunt down bandits, Lilly Linton believed that the turmoil had come to an end.
But what happens when the ghosts of Mr Rikkard Ambrose...
If you are reading this, you're amazing and beautiful in your own special way ❤
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I wish that when I press publish, they will ask whether I′m sure because I keep accidentally clicking the damned button XD What′s wrong with me?
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Pulchritude: Beautiful.
Obsequious: Obedient/Dutiful.
Aspersion: A damaging or derogatory remark.
Bluenose: Prude.
Flavescent: Fancy word for 'yellow'.
Repudiate: Reject
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By the time we reached home, I was embarrassed, furious and humiliated. If I was out for blood before, it couldn't compare to after the ball.
How could I? I ― a staunch feminist, an advocate for women independence and strength ― cried on a man's shoulder! I was a disgrace to womanhood!
I angrily flung the door to my shared room with Ella open. Up until that day, I still had no goddy clue on who Miss Hamilton was, except that she had very 'ocular eyes' and a 'lovely nose' in which I had to beg to differ. Nothing about her was the very least lovely!
"Lil?" Ella asked from behind me. "Are you alright?"
I stamped into the room and she followed. "No!"
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"It's clearly nothing, Lil. Do you need to talk about it?" She placed a hand gently on my shoulder.
I shrugged her off as I felt tears spring once again to my eyes. Blast! What was wrong with me that night? I acted like I had a bloody onion under my nose!
My sister continued staring worriedly as I stormed around our room. I ignored her. The fire in my belly could no longer be quenched.
