This entire afternoon had me in a deep quandary I couldn’t get out of. In fact, every way I turned, something else made the quagmire deeper until I was nearly to the point of being buried in it. She reached out and patted my hand.
“Miss Gabriella, I know you’re wondering about all this. I apologize. You’re just a little young to be asking about a man like Señor Enriques. He’s not your sort. Nor is that young Dr. Stevens. I won’t speak ill. But I’ll say this, steer clear of them both, Miss.” Her expression was of deep concern, but I saw only the face of one who opposed me.
“Oh, bother being too young! I’m nearly fifteen and I shall be old enough to wed soon. Why does everyone treat me like a child?”
I threw my napkin to the floor, rushed out the door and banged it behind me.
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