Savannah 05
Oliver Strand rubbed his podgy hands with anticipation as Amanda’s carriage concluded the gentle twenty-five minute ride from her lodgings and came to a stop outside his house. She’d taken his suggestion as to her dress, and looked every bit as beautiful as he had anticipated. He had slightly known and been introduced to Amanda before she left the South for college and then England, but they had never really had much to do with each other, certainly not in the way that he liked when he met...