Lady in Wanting - Part 1
Lyra grazed the soft white fabric with her fingertips. Pure as silk, smoother then satin. Of all the materials presented thus far, this felt the most fitting. Nothing compared, in all of Renaissance.
Melinda’s wedding gown would be perfect.
“I approve,” Lyra said. “How does it fair for you?”
Melinda copied Lyra’s approach with a nervous hand. Such a beautiful hand. Not a single blemish squandered her skin. Her green eyes gleamed of mixed excitement and caution within a round face. Even her hair matched the fabric well. Her fair complexion had taken root in her hair, making each strand look almost white. She felt the material, nodded, and abruptly excused herself.
Something troubled her. That much was obvious.
“Is something wrong with her?”
Lyra turned to the tailor—or rather Giles, his apprentice. The muscles of his mandible tensed slightly, as if his teeth clenched. Not with anger, but concern. The ends of his yellow hair did not extend long enough to hide this minute detail. Lyra found it rather appealing. “I’ve wondered that myself. She’s hard to keep up with, since she got engaged to Philliam. Now I’m dragging her about!”
“You don’t sound happy for her.”
“She may be the richest girl in town,” Lyra explained, “but she’s my best friend.”
Giles folded the fabric into a square and tucked it under his arm. “She’s lucky, then.”
Lucky? Something about the way he said that made her wonder. Did he just make a subtle pass at me? Even if he did not mean it that way, she did not mind the contemplation. Not one bit.
“I best give this to my master,” said Giles, “so he can start.”
“Would you mind walking me out?”
“Uh,” he stammered. “Sure.”
Lyra slowly seized his extended elbow as soon as he left the counter. Such a gentleman. His shop was much like the others in the small district, differed only by shelves of fabric, sewing tools, and other wears. Lyra never felt his arm before. The long sleeve shirt beneath his tunic did a marvelous job of hiding his firm bicep. He was a mystery. She expected nothing less of a blacksmith or one of the many miners from Heriot’s Pass, but from a tailor in training?
“Where do you find your materials?” Lyra asked. “They’re exquisite!”
“Imported, mostly,” Giles answered, “but we find worms in the Assart forest.”
Lyra summoned a quiet laugh. “To think my dress came from the bellies of those creatures.”
“I remember it.” Giles glanced at her. “The seams were devilishly hard to keep from puckering.”
Pausing, Lyra glanced into his light-blue eyes. “You made my dress?”
He gazed back with a nervous smile. “And others . . .”
Though she had a thousand responses, Lyra let her surfacing blush speak for her.
“I, umm,” Giles stammered again. “I’d better go . . .”
“You’ll be at the mask, tomorrow night?”
“For Philliam’s return?” He looked more nervous than ever. “I have no invitation.”
“I’m inviting you.”
“You think it wise?”
“To be my escort? I think it very wise.”
Giles nodded. “Then I will come. Good morning.”
He bowed and parted. Lyra watched him move behind the counter to the back of the shop. She could not believe her forwardness. For a moment, she did not care. She knew Giles for a long time, ever since the establishment of Renaissance. Her heart and mind finally agreed.
She truly longed for him.
His hands caressed her satin dress once. If only the fabric on her body were his hands now.
Saving the thought, Lyra turned to look for Melinda.
(600 words: Someone might fall in love)
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Friends and fellows, you've just read the first of more parts to come in The Rule of 3 Blogfest! A recent comment from Rachel's Platform Building Campaign suggested that maybe I should give Romance a try?
Why not? Couldn't hurt, right?
While strictly Romance is about as foreign to me as imported sea urchins, and I'm sure the results will be cheesier than a cheese factory floor, I'm game for challenging myself. So. Am I off to a good start?
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