The man was beautiful, almost pretty, and most likely close to her age. Socially, she did not exist for them, and this was merely the way it had always been she never took it as a slight when a member of the Davenport set saw her in town and ignored her. She was not used to her betters noticing her beyond the usual, and generally polite, work commands. Sir, she nodded slightly, feeling her face flush with heat. This man was certainly above her station, and she had no idea why he would be addressing her. When her mouth opened to return the greeting, no words came out. She was lost in her silent praise and visibly jumped when the masculine voice came from beside her. God was truly an artist, indeed, and the daily morning journey she took along the Cliff Walk to Conte de Fée, the Davenport mansion, always reminded her of this. She would be late for work if she kept this up, but the temptation to soak in the beauty of the ocean and all that surrounded her was overpowering.Īlthough she had spent her whole life in Newport, it never ceased to impress her with such simple yet exquisite details. Josie stopped once again to watch the seagulls circle above her, smiling as they cried together in a symphony of praise.
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