Morwenna had no clue that Stuart was awake.

She couldn't resist touching that little mole at the corner of Stuart's eye, feeling utterly delighted.

She tiptoed around while getting ready for the day, convinced she hadn't disturbed Stuart, and left for the market in a cheerful spirit.

Her good mood seemed to add vigor to her work, making the chopping of fish bones even louder.

After work, Morwenna stood by the fishpond at Mrs. White's market stall.

"Mrs. White, I'll take a fish today."

you

her chest, Morwenna replied,

"Do tell! Who's caught your eye? What does he look like? What's his job? Does he

sick? He's the one. Handsome, works a

could tell that the man Morwenna described was from a

hear you call him 'sir'

we are different; he's way out of my league. Anyway, Mrs. White, I'll take this three-and-a-half-pound fish. I'll leave the money in the basket and head home." "Morwenna, wait-" Mrs.

of Morwenna's world at least. She's concerned the girl might be taken advantage of. Morwenna didn't think so. Stuart was gorgeous; if one of

she got back to Hetfield's Homestead, Stuart had already left, and the rest of the Hetfield family were out. Only Norbert was there, asleep in a deck chair with a book on his lap. Morwenna draped a blanket over Norbert, then went to the kitchen to store the fish, planning to prepare

seemed to be sweating in his sleep.

but a recent spell of rain had them wearing sweaters, and she even knitted

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