Jillian Chantal

Sorry I missed last week- the word was picky and it was not in use until 1867, so 1788 was not a good year for that word. 🙂 I am still in the time travel story. This week, the word is orange.

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“Let’s look around and see which fabrics you’d like,” the woman said. “With your beautiful white hair, I believe a blue would be lovely on you.”

“Whatever you think,” Rowena said, relieved the woman wanted to make the decisions.

“If ye do not mind, could my wife and I be left alone for a bit so she can take her time choosing what she would like? She’s not used to having freedom to make her own decisions on her gowns.”

“An overbearing mother then?” The woman nodded sagely. “I’ve seen that too many times, so I understand completely. Take your time and I’ll be available when you’re ready.”

When she had wandered off, Rowena said, “How will I choose?”

“We will walk around and look. Ye can touch them all and whatever appeals to ye, we will purchase.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

He stopped and placed a hand on either side of her face. “There are no mistakes. It is not a matter of someone dying if you wear green as opposed to orange. Ye need to trust yourself. If ye hate anything we have made, ye can always get rid of it.”

“That would waste funds.”

“It matters not. I want ye happy.” He took her by the hand. “Come and run your fingers over this silk here. See if you like how it will caress yer skin. Like your husband likes to do.”

Rowena’s face heated. “Stop talking like that here.”

“Never.” He winked. “Now let us find ye some lovely things.”