“I suppose if I had to choose between the city and the country…I would go wherever my future husband feels best to raise our family, My Lord. The right man for me, would have my full trust and faith in him. Should he choose a bustling city full of life, or the charming stillness of the countryside, I would trust he has his reasons and feel comfort in the knowledge that it is what is best for our family, whatever those reasons may be.” Before the young suitor in front of her could contemplate yet another question, a projecting voice, one of confidence spoke up from behind her. “Lady Beckham.” The inflection suggested a man, a young man early 20’s, thus a little older than herself. “I truly enjoyed our discussion, My Lord, if you would please excuse me, my attention is requested elsewhere.” Bridget replied as she curtsied before turning around in the direction she heard the voice from, the scent of coffee engulfed her senses, freshly ground coffee with a hint of rich hazelnut. The man took her left hand gently in his right as to help orient her, a kind gesture though one that had startled her a moment. “I heard,” He had released her hand as swiftly and gently as he had taken it. “The music here is lovely, but I believe your laughter could outshine any melody. Would you do me the honor of this dance? And in repayment I shall make you laugh, bring a joyful expression to a lovely face. I am told, I easily create smiles from people.” Before she could answer the man continued, “I am Earl Harrison, Harrison Davis. an enchanter, an artist and a dreamer. And currently, I’m having dreams, I’m having dreams of you dancing with me, I’m having dreams of us waltzing together in the dance center and I’m having dreams of your smile that I shall make a reality. I’m a dreamer it seems, a poor poor dreamer, will you be so kind to make my dreams reality?” Once again for probably the hundred time this night, Bridget had found herself blushing. "My Lord–Earl Davis, She began, swiftly correcting herself, of course it was technically proper to address a man of that station as a Lord; however, Bridget still had not wished to upset anyone, certainly not one who was of a higher standing and thus superior to her. She curtseyed before starting again, “Yes, I will dance with you, Earl Davis. It is truly both an honor and a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She held out her hand for him to guide her to the floor as she continued, “You mentioned being an artist. If I may ask, what is the subject of your art? Pottery? Poetry? Sculpting? Thespianism? Or perhaps you paint?” Bridget laughed softly at her mention of painting, “Please forgive me, it is simply that I am told it is beautiful and there are many mediums as well as styles in just one area of art alone. Do you have a favorite style of paintings, Earl Davis?”
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