My Little Ruin - Mr. Dashwood's sweet gypsy

Emma"Emma, are you ready? "Elinor, my mother, asked while I was putting on my earrings. "Right now? "I turned towards her "I thought we'd be longer.”She was standing outside my Vardo¹ watching me as I got ready and sat on the bed."Your father thought we'd better get on with it "she approached the bed "He'd been told that the town wasn't happy about our arrival. He intends to give the last performance today and leave in the morning with the money we've raised.”My father was the leader of our group, which made me a kind of princess among the Romnichal², or at least I liked to think so."I don't like this place," I admitted as I tied my scarf around my head."Wear more gold," Elinor smiled, offering me some bracelets."I don't want to attract attention in this place," I sighed, "can you send Ruby?”"She went yesterday and didn't get much "My mother concentrated on painting my eyes "You know they love to see you dance.”"Will Kadir accompany us? "I sighed in defeat."Not this time, R

EmmaI focused on the road ahead of me as I followed Roux in silence through the streets, trying not to attract unnecessary attention. We found the others waiting for us among some trees outside the town. I shook my arm to get rid of the tightness before heading towards the group." Where do you think you're going? " He grabbed me again by the arm, squeezing it again." This is hurting! " I exclaimed in Romani¹, attracting everyone's attention." What were you talking about with that man? " He growled. " I wasn't talking at all " I tried to get free again " Let me go!" What do you want Emma? " He measured me " You always refuse all your father's marriage arrangements, and you always seem to reject our culture." What does that mean? " It means that your father will hear about it! " He pulled me close to his body, lowering his voice " You know how we feel about marriages with them.The way Roux pronounced "them" irritated me. " I don't know if you remember, but my father married on

HenryWe couldn't get anything else out of Emma, she remained silent throughout the journey to Preston. We attracted a bit of attention when we arrived at the small inn where we would be spending the night.Emma seemed out of place as I guided her to a private room where we could talk in private. " Are you hungry? " I asked without getting an answer. Emma remained standing in the same spot, observing the place with a certain discomfort." We're going to spend the night here, Ms. Ferguson " I insisted " Why don't you sit down?She took a few uncertain steps, sitting down in a chair that was further away than I wanted. I went over to where she was, taking the seat next to her." I hope your quarters are to your liking," I said, trying to make conversation." I've never been in a room before " she looked into my eyes." Where did you sleep? " I took advantage of the little space she had given me." In my vardo " she smiled." What's a Vardo? " I was interested." A kind of carriage, I

Emma "Ohhh... I'll go... "Mr. Thorpe looked disconcerted "I'll find a place for your bag."Sorry "I turned away immediately when I heard the door close.Don't forget that you're no longer with your family, Emma."It's all right "he looked away."That was completely inappropriate "I continued "Forgive me."Shall we get a suitcase? "He suggested after a few moments in silence."Yes "I bit my lip, trying to wipe my face as best I could. "We can go."Please "He offered me a tissue.I took it, wiping away my tears, feeling a little disconcerted. None of this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be heading for the next town, all my family, all together. But here I am, heading for a life that I can't even imagine."Come on "he led me to the door "let's get you some things.I followed him in silence, holding his handkerchief. I'd have to give it back at some point. But if only I could keep it.We left the inn and walked side by side towards the town. His handkerchief was still in my

HenryIn the end, we decided that Emma had been left in the care of an old, sick lady after losing her family in a fire. She begged us to bring her with us because she wouldn't be able to support her for so long. If they asked for any other details, we could make them up on the spot.We tried to teach Emma everything we could, answering all her questions, and towards the end of the afternoon, we went for another walk around the city. George once again offered his arm as a support for the young woman. The gesture bothered me a little, but I tried to push those feelings aside and concentrate on Emma's way of walking.She had a unique way about her, which helped her stand out from the others. Every step she took was graceful and fluid, it was as if she was all the time in the middle of one of her dance performances, where every movement was calculated to attract everyone's attention.I shouldn't let my attention get caught up in so many details. George is right, I'd better get away and a