“Each time a woman stands up for herself, she stands up for all women.” –Maya Angelou
So, it's Saturday afternoon and we had arrived half-hour to the wedding which was to begin at 4pm. It was to be held at an impressive Georgian mansion nestled in enchanting 18th-century gardens. I stood there, feeling as if I were on the set of a period drama and I half expected to see the wedding …
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"Aren't you coming to Bath with us?" Chelsey asked Ruth. Ruth shook her head. "No." "How come?" "I just don't feel up to it." "It's such a beautiful day. Why would you want to spend it indoors?" "If I want to enjoy the outdoors, I can go in the garden or go into the conservatory …
"They've been gone for a long time," Gina said. "Jealous?" Natalie asked, watching her closely. "Of course not!" Gina snapped. "Maybe, they're sitting down somewhere, talking. You don't expect them to be walking all this time, do you? Whenever Graham and I went to a park, we walked for a bit and then, we found …
Ryker walked in just before the photo shoot began. It was her second one. She was still miffed with him but was glad to see him too. He looked very handsome dressed in all black. "How good of you to show up," she said. "After that telling off you gave me yesterday, I had to …
It was a Sunday evening and Laird was visiting his childhood home in Oxfordshire. He was there to tell his father about his engagement to Martina. The old man would probably be shocked because he always held the view that his younger son wasn't the marrying kind and that it would take a really special …
“What’s the matter, Eleanor?” “I’m trying to find information on Mind in the Making, you know to find out if it’s an expression or if there's a definition I could use but all I find it some book with that name. If it weren’t for this book, would there even be such a thing as …
It was a glorious day. The sun was bright, illuminating the field dotted with wild flowers and a soft, gentle breeze wafted caressed the leaves on the trees. Intermittently, the trill cries of birds broke the silence. From where she was, she could see the cavity in the tree above her and an adult bird …
"Mr. Thornber," his name spilled involuntarily from her lips. “What the blazes are you doing in here, Miss Roth?” demanded the gentleman. “You should be outside taking a turn in the garden. It is a very pleasant afternoon.” In a few strides he closed the distance between them. He stopped abruptly beside her, facing the …
Notes to Women 