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Miss Alice Beckett knew she stood out of place at the ball. A few side-wards glances were shot at the young Italian woman on the arm of a rich, handsome Lord. Alice was his ward and accompanied him everywhere he went; his hopes of educating her. She felt uncomfortable. The whispers were only just audible above the dance music but they still made her heart race. 

Not a friend in the room and she did not know what to do. Her Lord was graceful when conversing with strangers and old friends but she stammered and could not speak. Alice stood at the side of the room, wringing her hands and wondering when she could finally go home. 

[mxdam-a]

general washington took a moment to charm the woman, letting his eyes pour into her soul. though, when he was ready, he kissed her without hesitation or second thought. it was not a hard, foolishly passionate kiss but a chaste, simple kissed that brushed her lips.

kisses pls.

          That was it?

          Margarethe’s hand closed on the lapel of his jacket and pulled him back in for a firm kiss. Did he really think he could get away with being so retiring? Was he a general, or was he some--inexperienced maid? She released him after a moment, playing off her aggression with a sweet smile and a flutter of her eyelashes.