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Devonny recognized the exquisitely lovely face and shiny raven curls immediately. It was the young woman she had met riding with Rochard that day not to long ago.
The young woman smiled sweetly, but Devonny did not miss that the smile did not reach her eyes. "I thought I might find you in here," she drawled, stepping into the room. She eyed Devonny closely. "My, my, you've been crying," her tone sympathetic. "Is everything alright?"
Devonny eyed the other woman warily, dapping at her eyes with a white kerchief. She rose to her feet. "I'm alright. Was there something I could do for you?"
"Oh no," Isabella declared sweetly. "I had thought that there was something that I could do for you. Just a word of advice."
Devonny's brows drew together in consternation.
Isabella stepped further into the room. "Be careful of Gabriel Davenport, my dear. He has a way of making you feel wonderful, like you're the only woman in the world for him, only to cast you aside on a whim. Do not let him into your heart."
Devonny stared at her. "How would you know anything of it?"
Isabella lifted her chin, her eyes watering slightly. "We were to be married once. We had been promised to each other as children and we had grown to love each other..." her voice cracked and she cleared her throat delicately. "I gave myself to him and he cast me aside as though I were nothing, less than nothing."
Devonny's heart sank into the pit of her stomach, but she could not stop herself from asking. "And what does any of that have to do with me?"
Isabella smiled sadly. "If he could do such a thing to me—his future wife—consider what he might do with a pretty young girl like yourself with no place in the world."
It was as though she had been struck, and she gripped the back of the chair to steady herself. Devonny could scarcely breathe.
"Goodnight, my dear," Isabella cooed. "Remember what I've told you." And she was gone with a swish of her skirts.
Devonny did not know how long she stood rooted to that spot after the door swung closed behind Isabella. After all, what did it even matter anymore?
- COMMENTS
kpslip18over 7 years agoI know that this story is a good 5 years old now... Is there any more to it? I've gotten deeply interested only for it to grind to an abrupt halt. It's irritating when good authors do that, but at the same time I understand that life has this thing about getting in the way...
Comentarista82over 8 years agoYou make us feel all the crushing emotions. While it may be an impossible romance, it really isn't. Ending with Isabella lying to Devonny stunned us all like it did her.
I'm sorry you lost your parents. I cared for my mom for almost 12 years before she died in my arms, me trying to do CPR on her. My old man passed over a year ago. I know how life gets in the way and how the loss can be huge. All I can say is do what you can to get past it and resume your life and I hope the grief and loss will not prove too heavy. Find a way past it--you can do it. We hope you will return to finish this story as soon as you are able. You've delighted many of us with your writing and flair. Remember that. :)
