Come on, my little reason

Henry

I felt bewildered after Emma's short walk around the city. That young woman had affected me more in two days than any of the young women in Bibury or Bath in my entire life.

I went back to my room trying to put her out of my mind, but that moment alone only served to make me replay those moments. She seemed rather embarrassed when she found out that I was going to present her with a hat, and as we walked through the city, I constantly admired her as she watched everything with fascination. Emma was convinced that she didn't attract any attention, but I noticed every glance at her, her unique and beautiful features set her apart from other young English women.

No, she would never go unnoticed.

I opened my suitcase, locating the small tambourine she had dropped the day we met. I should give it back.

I put it back, deciding to get out of there to get rid of those thoughts. My only intention is to help her. I need to keep that in mind.

I joined George in the living room, absent-mi