Darcy awoke from her blissful sleep, her body still tender and tingling from their passionate night together. She turned in bed, feeling the morning light and the gentle breeze that drifted in through the open window. The night had been sweltering, despite the rain, especially after their intense lovemaking. She stretched, her eyes still closed, and reached for the other side of the bed. It was empty.
She opened her eyes, searching for Ephraim. Some mornings he would still be in bed with her, while other times he would be up and about, careful not to disturb her if she slept in.
When she got out of bed, she found that he had already prepared everything for her, as usual. She grabbed the new dress and freshened up before slipping it on. Then she sat at the dresser to comb her short hair, her thoughts drifting back to her sister.
Ravina.
Did she have short hair too? Or was her hair long and beautiful?
