The Road to Port Haven (Chapter 3­, page 1 of 17)


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Despite her best attempts to put a good face on it, Kara was unable to conceal the confusing melancholy that descended upon her spirit after her first encounter with the beautiful Camilla. It made no sense. She liked Camilla; they seemed destined to become friends after a fashion; Camilla apparently liked her; she felt no personal enmity towards the woman. Why, then, should she feel so threatened by Camilla's very existence?

Far worse was the painful awkwardness that came over her whenever she saw Roman and Camilla together. Worse still were the times she was forced to endure their combined presence.

During these encounters, Roman's mood seemed unreadable. He seldom looked at her, and when he did she felt her heart turn over with that same painful awkwardness- only tenfold! It made no sense. Roman was nothing to her- not really. He was just the Señora Castellan's son- nothing more- his presence here no more remarkable than that of the Casa itself.

Wishing to purge herself of these feelings, she threw herself into the work that needed to be done on the grounds, until Guiseppe casually remarked one day, as they finished replacing one of the great cogs in the mill, 'You're becoming as handy as my right arm, you know that? The Señora was considering hiring a young boy to be my helper, but I'm glad I got you instead. At least until you catch some young man's eye and he steals you away.'

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