Fic 8
Fic 8
Fic 8
I'm Amy March, and you better remember that name," she says,
locking her gaze in his so he gets the message.
Laurie's eyes, which had previously been dull and full of loneliness, began to contain light as
amusement gradually flickered in them. He, too, falls into a bow to return her curtsy, barely
concealing his amusement.
"Good morning, My Lady. My name is Theodore Laurence, but you can call me Laurie or My
Lord, whichever you prefer." Boyish mischief began to fill his eyes as his smile brightened his
entire face, and Amy found herself falling back into a trance within his eyes.
"Only if you called me My Lady as well," Amy said pretentiously, prompting Laurie to smile
cheekily at her again.
Grandfather James cleared his throat, announcing his most likely forgotten presence among the
two young children. "Laurie, please look after our new friend here; she bravely traveled in here
just to meet you."
Amy adores Grandpa James, she truly does, but for the time being, all she wants to do is put
her hands on his mouth to silence him.
Grandpa patted her on the back before leaving them two alone. Amy bit her lower lip in
embarrassment as she nervously chuckled in front of Laurie, avoiding his eyes because she
was certain they held greater amusement which would push him to tease her.
The graceful and elegant version of herself had vanished the moment she knocked on the doors
of the large Laurence mansion. Amy desperately tried to appear calm and collected, but her
dignity was gradually decimating.
Now that they are alone, she finds it increasingly difficult to ignore the glee emanating from the
boy in front of her.