Impending Love & War published by The Wild Rose Press, Cory Beecher is hoping for a proposal of marriage from Douglas Raymond, who is leaving after calling on her.
followed him into the hallway. She had placed the flowers he had
brought in a vase on the sideboard. “The flowers are lovely. Thank you.”
She handed him his hat. “I’ll see you at the celebration on the square
on Wednesday.” She stepped outside onto the porch and led the way toward
his horse, swishing her wide skirt side to side. For a few minutes,
they would be alone.
She had worn her best-looking frock, an emerald
and blue plaid made with a gathered skirt, wide shoulder straps and a
tightly cinched waist to create an hour-glass figure. The bodice was
altered for evening wear and cut perilously low in the front. Adelaide
had threatened to tell her mother if she didn’t sew some modest lace
inserts above the bodice, but she had postponed the work until after
Douglas called. Now it appeared to have been a futile attempt to attract
She stood by his horse, anticipating a declaration
of love or a gesture of affection, but after securing his hat, he
awkwardly mounted the horse he had borrowed from the college stable.
leaned against the elm tree as he rode off. Her ingénue attempts of
seduction had failed. Most men spoke words of admiration when they
called. Some held her hand. A few had the nerve to kiss her. And those
advances were at home with her mother, father, and her pesky younger
sisters all gathered around them. Here, she was practically alone, and
Douglas hadn’t even given her a warm smile. He was all prim and proper.
Perhaps his position as an instructor required it. As a school teacher,
she was expected to adhere to higher standards, but they were alone.
Couldn’t he have let his guard down a little?
She waved when he
turned onto the road in case he looked back. Not even a glance. A sigh
escaped her as the wooden heels of her leather shoes clicked against the
slate. The visit should have been more successful with a delicious
dessert, a daring outfit, and flattering conversation. What did a girl
have to do to get married?