Her own veins still pulsated with life beneath her fair skin which retained the deeper shade of red since their morning bath.
Every time a potential distraction entered her line of sight, it was quickly dusted away by the recurring images of their bodies together… Of his hands, lips and tongue on her. The sound of his voice murmuring sweet nothings so close to her ears.
Nothing was strong enough to keep those scandalous thoughts at bay. Not even the chirpy girls around her managed to keep her attention for longer than seconds at a time.
"Arabella?" Ada called her name for the umpteenth time.
"Yes!" she leaped a little in her seat, "I am all ears!"
"No, girl, you aren't," Madame Arumina slowly shook her head from left to right, "But, lucky for you, we, here, more than understand your little... Predicament,"
Out on one of the balconies that gave view upon the gardens, the women sat in front of a garnished table for lunch as it had been planned.
