Giselle’s Private Moment
Giselle has some alone time
“Giselle, time to get up. You are needed in the south to help herd the cattle.” Her mother's voice echoed from downstairs. Giselle groaned, rubbing sleep from her eyes as the morning sun sliced through her bedroom window. The smell of coffee and bacon crept under her door, mingling with the dust motes dancing in the light. She stretched, her bare midriff brushing against the rough cotton sheets, and swung her legs over th...