Lotus and Lilac
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Turning, I try to hide the growing self-disgust. What am I thinking, falling in love with her? I have a husband and last time, when Catherine-. Reaching my room, I push my thoughts away. I already know I am sinful. There is no need to constantly remind myself of it. Falling on my bed, I open my book. It is considered improper for a lady to read, to fill her head with words and ideas. It is said to turn her to sin.
Hi! Just love writing stories, thought I'd share one with the world. This is a sapphic romance set in the late 1700s, between chambermaid and the lady of the house. I'd love feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks!
Note: Spacing got a bit messed up as well, sorry.
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