Anna/Rift #writephoto
“Mama, I’m going for a walk.” “But, my Dear, Mr. Foster shall be calling on you at precisely three o’ clock.” Anna stared at her mother. “Oh, I forgot that he was coming.” “You would do well not to slight a man of Mr. Foster’s constitution. I’m sure you’re not impervious to his singular affection… Read More Anna/Rift #writephoto