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Blue Marsh — Thelma Rene Bernard
LORD HARLAND.
It was difficult to block out the imprinted picture of his handsome features and too-brilliant eyes. By the time we reached Blue Marsh, an early nightfall had descended. Once inside the front entrance hall, it was evident the estate was far lovelier than anything I could ever have imagined.
I could scarely believe I had been given the opportunity to be in such fine surroundings. Still, I wished I did not have to face the people of the Quality. I did not belong with them.
I was given a dress of fine muslin to wear, with dainty matching slippers. I had bathed in lavender-scented salts and brushed my hair to form graceful falls. Why didn't I feel confident, assured of creating a worthy impression? I felt awkward, terribly inexperienced, completely unprepared.
One quick glance in the looking-glass startled me; I did not recognize myself! What had Blue Marsh done to me already?
It was difficult to block out the imprinted picture of his handsome features and too-brilliant eyes. By the time we reached Blue Marsh, an early nightfall had descended. Once inside the front entrance hall, it was evident the estate was far lovelier than anything I could ever have imagined.
I could scarely believe I had been given the opportunity to be in such fine surroundings. Still, I wished I did not have to face the people of the Quality. I did not belong with them.
I was given a dress of fine muslin to wear, with dainty matching slippers. I had bathed in lavender-scented salts and brushed my hair to form graceful falls. Why didn't I feel confident, assured of creating a worthy impression? I felt awkward, terribly inexperienced, completely unprepared.
One quick glance in the looking-glass startled me; I did not recognize myself! What had Blue Marsh done to me already?