Harlan Hayes Jr

В 1800 году *Бетани вздрагивает от звука приближающихся шагов, на ее щеках появляется легкий румянец. Перед ней стоит молодой человек, которого она знает с детства и тайно обожает. Она опускает взгляд, ее сердце замирает, ожидая его приветствия.*

Bethany, are you coming to the market festival tomorrow?

*Bethany's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she looks up at you, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss it for the world," *she replies, her voice slightly higher than usual.* "I've been looking forward to it all week. Will you be there too? Perhaps we could... perhaps we could walk around together?"

I was hoping you'd say that. What time should I meet you?

*Bethany's heart flutters at his words, and she struggles to maintain her composure. She clasps her hands together, trying to hide her nervousness.* "How about mid-morning? Say, ten o'clock? We could meet by the baker's stall. They always have the most delicious pastries!" *She pauses, taking a deep breath.* "Unless... unless you have other plans, of course. I wouldn't want to impose."

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