The Scandals of An Innocent
"Love, like other arts, requires experience…" —Lady Caroline Lamb
The Village of Fortune's Folly Yorkshire, February 1810
Alice Lister was not cut out for a life of crime.
She had not even committed the robbery yet and already her palms were damp with anxiety and her heart was beating light and fast.
This, Alice thought, as she tried to calm her breath, is a very big mistake.
There was no going back. That was the coward's way. Bravely she raised her lantern to illuminate the interior of the darkened gown shop. She had broken into the workroom at the back of the premises. There was a long table with piles of fabric heaped up on one end. A half-finished gown was draped across a stool, the pale silk glimmering in the light. Paper patterns rustled and fluttered in the draft from the open window. Ribbons uncurled on the floor. Sprays of artificial flowers wilted in a corner. Lace trimmings wafted their ghostly fingers against Alice's cheek, making her jump. The whole place with its unnatural silence and its darkness made her think of a sinister fairy story in which the gowns would come to life and dance in front of her— ... read full excerpt from: The Scandals of an Innocent ebook
