Gina looked at her feet. That was not how her plan played out in her head, but reality had a way of hitting her hard.
'You have given me your word, Gina. You must not breathe a word of this to anyone.' He said.
'I know. I shall not mention it to anyone, even in my sleep. But you have to call for me once the smoke with Ansley dies down.' She requested.
'I shall.' He hugged her and walked away.
'Your dress, it is soiled, Gina. Did you slip?' Missy asked.
It was already time for nonmete and Donna, Missy's mother had prepared her famous vanilla-flavored bread. It was the best around and she knew it. Although she hated to admit it, it was one of the things that attracted Benedict to her.
'It is?' Gina looked at her dress and saw a big spot of mud.
She knew it was going to be from all her fidgeting while trying to put her clothes back on earlier when she was with Richard.
