Lady Devonshire was not to be dissuaded, ‘I hear he will be worth a fortune when he inherits.’
‘Mama, don’t be so vulgar,’ Bethany admonished.
Lady Worthington leaned forward and patted Bethany’s knee. ‘There are worse things than to marry for money, such as being a spinster with none.’
Bethany sat in brooding silence. She would be damned if she married the boorish Stapleton, fortune or not.
Across the lawn, she watched Thomas digging the flowerbed. Her mind wandered back to that warm evening two nights ago.
‘Are you feeling alright, dear. You look a little flustered,’ her mother remarked.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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