Read a Short Regency Romance Online

I started a short 'traditional regency' tonight. I am going to write more every few days.

Let me know what you think of it - and feel free to add your own part to the story.

Lady Ann stepped lightly out of the carriage. She barely touched the coachman’s hand as she alighted and waited for him to collect her wraps and purse. She looked down at the atrocity she wore in distain. Her mother could not have added another puff, tuck, or embroidery without fear the dress would have tear in two.

Ann still had not forgiven her mother for choosing a tight, over padded rouleaux. It not only formed a perfect bell-shape from her skirts, it bound her legs forcing her to mince steps as she tried to navigate the steps.

Anne left the coach and climbed the steps, hoping to give her maiden aunt a fit of hysteria at the thought of her making her first entrance into the ton’s social scene unescorted. Anne stepped lightly and stopped on the last step, repenting her rebellion, and turning to wait for her aunt’s carriage to pull to the step.

She wished it were possible for her to enjoy the night’s beauty. Torches lit the gardens, and made the entrance as bright as day. She could clearly see the bored expressions on the face of the neat row of servants who lined the entrance. She pitied their duty to stand here until the last guest arrived.
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I hope to add a little more to this story every few days.