01-05-2020, 11:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-05-2020, 11:55 AM by Rose Willaby.)
Rose gave her a wide smile. She picked up a piece of wood and put it in her basket. "You're not like t' other ladies." She commented. "Most like their grand houses and comfortable lives... And they certainly wouldn't be seen fraternizing with... well, our sort, no offence." She realized that she might sound rude and quickly corrected herself. "Well, t' ones I met, only. I could be wrong, of course." She blushed. "I don't know much."