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right here.” He informed her.
    Amelia smiled shyly. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be going now.” Amelia was half way out the door before she was stopped.
    “Amelia.”
    Turning about she faced him head on she wasn’t sure how he had managed to get from his desk to the door so quick.
    As if reading her mind Jordan laughed. “You were moving so fast I didn’t think I’d catch you, I had to be quick.” Jordan grinned.
    “Sorry Sir. You need anything?”
    “Yes, I need to thank you.” Jordan told her. “It’s a lovely vase.”
    “Most welcome Sir.”
    Backing out Amelia nearly tumbled to the floor and decided it was best to see where she was walking and pivoted forward never once looking back.
    Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she knew her cheeks were flushed; she felt sick. Coming away from her thoughts Amelia found she was at her own oak door and it was startling. She was so flustered it was almost as if she just appeared there instead of walked. Opening the door Vivian’s warm face met her and she was grateful.
    “I was beginning to wonder.” Vivian teased flicking the girl’s hair as she passed her by. “We need to get you presentable for your distinguished Mr. Hanson.”
    “It would be nice if Morgan was that way.” Amelia said aloud not really realizing.
    “Which dress will you wear?” Vivian asked, but there wasn’t a vast array to choose from.
    “The green cotton, I finished it yesterday.”
    Vivian picked up the dress and explored all the tiny pleats and floral stitch work. It was very attractive. “You are getting good at this.”
    “You’re a patient teacher.” Amelia commented. “Where is Georgia?”
    “You know that girl, she may enjoy a tea party but deep down she’s nothing but a tomboy, she went outside to climb. I hope she doesn’t scuff her knees.”
    Halfway out of her dress Amelia giggled. Georgia would scuff her knees and worse they both knew it. Stepping out of the heap of cloth at her feet Amelia took the pale green cotton from Vivian and pulled it over her head, letting the cool fabric fall down her length.
    “It’s a tad large?” Informed Vivian already at her back pinning what would later become alterations. “We’ll fix it later.”
    “I don’t know if I should dally or hurry, Morgan is either late or too early.”
    “Neither, he’s here to court you and a lady is expected to make a gentleman caller wait.”
    Amelia scowled; she’d never make that man wait if she could avoid it. Taking up her brush she began the task of smoothing out the unruly curly coils of her hair and didn’t stop until they were soft waves. “I don’t think we can do ringlets Vivian. It’s already late and I need to get out back and wait for Morgan.”
    “I don’t see why that man doesn’t come to the front to be received..”
    “It’s not done and you know it. Coloreds are received in the back of a house and Morgan is smart for following that unspoken and spoken rule. You know that.”
    “Well it’s an idiotic rule.”
    Amelia smiled and patted the blonde’s shoulder. “Things will change one day.” Kissing her cheek she grabbed her warm shawl. “I’m going round back in case he’s waiting.”
    A curt nod was all the dismissal Amelia needed as she slid out her bedroom door and hustled out the back of the house. Upon stepping outside she was surprised that indeed he was waiting. And stilled herself for what was to come.
    “You know how long I been waitin fo ya?”
    “Chores were heavy today.”
    Roughly Morgan took his future wife’s arm and trudged her behind him limping on his cane. The old hay wain he’d brought looked about as tired as the mule who totted it and as Amelia mounted herself onto the weakening wood she was half afraid the wheels would give out.
    Placing a hand to her assaulted forearm she rubbed the offended area as Morgan with much effort climbed up beside her and urged the poor mule on. “Where are we going tonight, to see