HenryI ran towards the stairs, seeing Emma finishing climbing them with determined steps. I hurried my pace in an attempt to catch up with her, and I succeeded as we reached the door to her room, preventing her from closing it. I entered, closing the door behind me, while Emma went to the window, deliberately ignoring me."Emma.""If you're waiting for an apology, give it up," she turned towards me with a furious look."I'm sorry...""Don't you dare," she stepped closer, "don't you dare apologize again.""I didn't want you to hear any of that, she went too far, but you need to understand.""Understand what?" She raised her voice, "That my place isn't here? I got it already.""Your place is here!" I held her arms, feeling desperate as I tried to make her understand the danger that defending the gypsies represented. "But if you keep acting this way, they'll find out about you... How could I explain everything?""Sorry..." She pulled away from me, giving me a sad look, "I didn't mean to

EmmaI was about to respond to that teasing when Henry appeared at the edge of the stairs. I couldn't help but admire his beauty as he patiently waited for us to finish descending the steps."The carriage is waiting for us," he announced with a slight bow."Henry, you must praise us immediately," Kitty scolded."You two don't need my praise to know that you look beautiful," he assured. "Although I...""Miss Ferguson," Christopher interrupted as he emerged from one of the rooms, taking my hand in a swift motion and bringing it to his lips. "You look divinely charming.""It's very kind of you, Mr. Kingsley," I returned, trying not to ignore the young man in front of me, while Henry gave his cousin a stern look."You should learn how it's done, brother," I heard Kitty tease him."Allow me to escort you to the carriage," Christopher offered his arm, leaving me unsure how to react.I couldn't refuse and expect Henry to take his place.Kitty linked her brother's free arm while I accepted Mr

EmmaAs much as Henry says my essence hasn't changed, that's not how I see it. This dance was proof of that, I had fun! I had fun when I shouldn't have, that tambourine was a part of me that I had been ignoring for a long time, suffocating it day by day.I moved it gently, listening to the sound it made. I missed it, I really did. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander to the song my mother always sang to me. It wasn't a gypsy song, but I loved the rhythm and even my father learned to play it so we could dance."I hear your voice on the wind. And I hear you call out my nameI began to chant in a tone that resembled a whisper; if I concentrated hard enough, I would hear the melody and my mother's voice soothing me."Listen, my child!' you say to me, I am the Voice of your history, Be not afraid "come follow me, Answer my call and I'll set you free.'I started to move according to my imaginary rhythm, shaking the tambourine with my body, that dress was getting in

HenryI woke up feeling a little bewildered a few hours later, the room was dark because the candles had been extinguished and the curtains were closed. I sat up in bed, feeling a little cold because I wasn't dressed, before observing Emma asleep next to me.Emma!No, no, no... What have I done?Emma shifted on the bed, turning her face, which displayed a peaceful expression, towards me.How could I have done this to her! The details of the night before began to hit me as I watched her lying on her stomach with part of the skin on her back exposed. I should have waited, we were going to get married, I should have waited! It was my duty!What would happen to her fragile reputation if someone found out what happened here last night? Emma has already had so many problems adjusting. I've ruined everything!I realized that a servant would show up at any moment, she needs to get out of here, no one can know that she spent the night in my room." Emma, wake up " I shook her gently " Come o

EmmaWe left the house, walking through the gardens until we reached a secluded spot at the back of the property. When she saw that we were indeed alone, she sat down on a bench, urging me to do the same.I waited for her to say something, feeling a little anxious." Ms. Ferguson, we need..." I'm sorry " I interrupted her." “Wait for me to say what I want before you apologize, Emma.” She held back a smile." Yes, ma'am. " I bit my lip." You must have realized by now that Henry told me everything. " She took a deep breath " What you did was very serious and irresponsible!" Yes, I know..." You could have lost everything, Mrs. Ferguson " she continued, causing me to laugh nervously. Lost everything? As if I had much to lose. " Did I say something funny?" I have nothing left to lose, Mrs. Dashwood " I looked away " I have no family, no fortune, and that's the least damage to my reputation if they find out where I came from. " “I'm aware of your situation, Emma,” she assured me, “bu