Twelve Days In December: A Christmas Novella - Plot & Excerpts
The dress made for Marsali fit. Another miracle. Charlotte supposed she could credit her trim figure to the difficulties of the past few months. There had been neither enough hours to work nor enough food to eat in attempting to provide for herself and Alec. Being a widow in America is not pleasant, secure, or happy. At least if you marry Mr. Vancer, you will have a chance at those. Charlotte recalled the very words she’d spoken to Marsali just a few weeks earlier, the night before the ball when her betrothal to Mr. Vancer was announced. Now I must take my own advice. She fingered the cream lace of the beautiful gown. It would be nice to have pretty gowns once more, as she had when she was a girl, before Father died. But far more than that, she wanted to feel safe— for herself and Alec. She glanced at the bed where he was napping. To never have to tell him that there is nothing to eat… to never have to leave him because I must work in the fields. Her resolve grew stronger by the minute.
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