Remember Me: Pt 1

Remember Me: Part 1

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Prologue

Thrushdown Abbey, June, 1809

“Ah-ha! Got you!”

“Let me go!” Victoria shrieked, her arms and legs flailing as someone lifted her from behind by the back of her dress from her hiding place in the brush. “Let me go, I tell you!”

“Not until you tell me who you are and why you are sneaking around in the weeds.”

It was him.

Victoria had never heard him speak before, but she was certain the lovely voice belonged to the lovely dark-haired boy she'd been watching in secret for the last two weeks. Her heart thumped madly and her mind was all a-muddle. This was hardly the scene she'd envisioned of their first meeting!

“I will not speak a solitary word until you let me go and behave like a gentleman!”

A sudden nudge sent her off balance and she fell to the ground with a thud. Scampering out of his reach and to her feet, Victoria glared angrily as she turned to face the boy. Her bum was surely bruised, and there he stood, grinning.

“Of all the arrogant—”

“Watch your tongue,” he scolded, shaking a finger under her nose, as though she were a mere child. “Now, what is a little girl like you doing on her own, sneaking around my estate?”

Oh! How could she have possibly thought the pretty boy would have a personality to match his fair face? She should never have been so silly and wasted so many afternoons these last weeks gazing at him from afar!

“I'll have you know I am not a little girl! I am nine years old,” she insisted, stomping her foot rather like a child, before she could stop herself. Instantly, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

The boy's blue eyes twinkled in the summer sun. “All of nine, are you?” Then his voice grew serious. “My, my, you aren't a little girl, are you?”

“I'm nearly ten.”

“I see.” He held his chin with one hand, in a fashion that made him seem quite grown up. “But that still does not explain why you have been hiding and watching me all this time.”

“Y-you knew?”

His laughter rang out around them. “Of course I knew. You’re my new governess’s daughter, aren’t you?”

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