Quit Shilly-Shallying…

Agnes enjoyed the priceless looks on their faces and the gaping mouth as the stared at the rock on her finger.

She had landed herself a Duke. With her controversial intelligent brains as well.

It turned out that The Duke liked a lady who challenged his intelligence and even dared to ride hell for leather.

He wanted no milk and prim miss.

He wanted a zesty, buxom, eyes filled with fire miss, who would keep him well engaged and bear him many sons with her broad hips.

He is quite taken with Agnes and not Anastasia like everyone one expected.

Anastasia the pretty. Anastasia the prim and flowery. Anastasia the proper…

Bah! His Lordship thought. He would be bored between and betwixt. Her limpid eyes held no fire.

Stop shilly-shallying, Agnes mama had said.

Quit all your rambunctious ways, she nagged.

Or you’ll be left on the shelf, she warned.

No man wants a forward miss that rides bareback like a hellion, she intoned.

You my girl will end up an old miss, she shook her head in dismay.

But Agnes love for life beckoned far more than mama’s scolds.

And her love for life led her to the Duke, when her daring ventures caught his gleaming eyes and the good thing is that she fancies him too.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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