Chapter 7

I focused my gaze on the left glove I was removing. I still continue to be weird.

"Psh. Boys ..." I whispered. They really know nothing about women’s sacrifices to feel good under our skin!

I stomped my foot on the cushion top. Gradually my bodice, hoop skirt, petticoats and white beaded skirt fell to the floor.

I waited for Ruther's comeback but, he didn't say anything. So, I looked up at him again and opposite-eyebrow pierced the look.

I immediately looked relieved when I saw his face. He frowned at me as he patted his thumb nail.

I followed my gaze to the area his eyes were...