Kill me now! Yes it's been ages. I can't say anything except I have the most horrible writer's block. Can any body help me please? I'm so stuck it's not even funny. I don't know how to start the rest of this chapter.
December 17, 1781
It had been a few days since the date with Marque Francis and Felicity's incident with a quite too tight stay.
Felicity was in an ill manner. Mr. And Mrs. Merriman had talked about her and Ben. About how she didn't want to marry Marque Francis but Ben.
Mr. Merriman had said i'll think about it instead of saying yes or no.
This bit of imformation was driving Felicity up the wall or rather up to the roof which she now sat.
She barely felt the cold as she stared out over the roofs of houses. She could just barely to see her Father's store.