Arabella carried the poem anthology that exacerbated the influence of gravity upon her body. So small and yet so hefty, Arabella wondered whether it was the weight of the riches inscribed within its pages that tugged towards the ground.
"Miss Arabella!" a familiar, masculine voice reached her ears from behind.
"Oh Edgar!"
The young woman stopped right as her foot had grazed the first step leading to the first floor.
"I hoped to see you before your practice for the ball came to an end," he halted in front of her, a wooden case in hand.
One glance at its contents and Arabella spotted the small paper bags, concluding those were more seeds for the garden.
With a hearty smile she asked, "What can I do for you?"
