Josie was not completely oblivious to the glances Clayton was sending her way. She was flattered, and figured it had to be the dress. Still, her mind was on those hand bags. After all, the boy said he was coming for a gift for his mother.

Still, she couldn't help but laugh when he complimented her. "Thank you, I think."

She held up the hand bag once more and shook back her curls when they threatened to fall in her face.

"Did you like one? For your mother?"


'Love me like your eyes; but that is not enough: like yourself, more than yourself, than your thoughts, your life, all of you. Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. ' -Bonaparte