Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday
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The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend ( a little licence taken on that limit today). Here are mine from a historical novel set in Victorian London called THE VEILED HEART.
This is just before the crisis as Miriam heads to a Ball given by the man who to her represents everything evil her late husband was.
Panic built in her chest, Miriam looked around. Was he here? Her gaze looked out over everyone as she and Aunt D. moved two steps higher in the receiving line.
Then there he was, Max. In the far corner near the coat and hat room. Almost out of sight but she knew it was him, knew his build exactly.
Just seeing him made the tension coursing through her sink back down. Max stepped forward just enough for his face to catch the light. His hand came up to his chest, hovered over his heart and then his fingers tapped where his heart was, then pointed at her.
Immediately her eyes pricked, the emotion washing through her, he knew this was going to be hard for even if he didn’t understand her feelings about Worthington. She raised her hand to signal the same back to him but he stepped back and disappeared behind the curtain.