The Hawk and the Jewel (Kensington Chronicles 1) by Lori Wick
Authors: Lori Wick
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Historical, Regency, England, Love Stories, Religious, Christian, INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE, captivity, Survival After Airplane Accidents; Shipwrecks; Etc, Arab Countries
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reassurance, but found he had none.
"I can see Fve shocked you, but if you stop and think about some of the stunts that Chelsea's pulled over the years, it might help."
"Not to mention Grandmama Sunny," Dex inserted, and everyone smiled.
All the grandchildren knew the first Sunny Gallagher as a wonderful, caring grandmother, and all of them missed her even now. But whenever she had talked of her past, it was evident to all listening that she had been as independent and adventurous as any girl could be.
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Brandon finished his story about the voyage, making a point of telling everyone how different Sunny had become from the first part of the voyage to the last. Both Foster and Heather looked greatly relieved when he was finished. Before Dexter left for the night, the four adults spent some time in prayer. They petitioned God for wisdom in dealing with Sunny and the chance to build a relationship with her, one that was filled with love and trust.
when sunny was still asleep at 9:00 the next morning, Heather decided to wake her. She entered the room quietly, and with Sally's help, opened the heavy drapes on all the windows.
The girls had been nearly frantic at breakfast to see her, but Heather had told them their Aunt Sunny needed her sleep. She promised they would all have lunch together. But before then, Heather had much to talk over, and do, with her sister.
Her sister. How long had she wished for a sister? It was true that she and Chelsea were very close, but Heather had always missed having a sister of her own. Of course, there were 14 years between them. As Heather settled onto the edge of the bed, she prayed that this would make no difference to Sunny.
Sunny woke up when she heard her name called and squinted against the light in the room. She blinked at the person sitting on the edge of her bed and then saw that it was Heather-Heather garbed in a beautiful dress.
"Good morning," the older woman greeted her.
"Good morning," Sunny returned, feeling like a new person after her night of sleep. "Your dress is beautiful," she commented softly as she looked at the pale green day dress.
Heather beamed. "Would you like one of your own?"
This question brought Sunny bolt upright in bed. "You have another one?"
"Not one that would fit you, but the dressmaker will be here in an hour, and we can tell her you like this fabric."
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"I'm to have a new dress?"
"Many new dresses.**
Sunny looked very pleased, but then uncertain. "Brandon told me I have money to take care of myself, but I don't know where-"
Tour wardrobe is a birthday gift from Foster and me. He told me at breakfast you were to have a complete winter wardrobe. He's coming home for lunch and will certainly want to know what you picked out, so we'd best get started."
Heather crossed to the first wardrobe and opened both doors. Sunny's eyes widened to see that all of her clothing had been hung within.
"I think this one will do for the day. The others are not quite your coloring."
Heather had pulled out the dark velvet with the satin collar and cuffs Sunny had worn on her birthday. Sally was laying out her underclothes and clucking under her breath over missing items.
"Did some things get left aboard Brandon's ship?" Heather asked her.
"I don't think so," Sunny answered as she climbed from the bed.
"Well, no matter, we'll order as much as you need. Get dressed now, and I'll send Martha in with your breakfast.*' She was at the door and paused. "After lunch, Sunny, we'll decide how we're going to redecorate this room."
Sunny was left in the middle of the room, gawking at the closed door. If Sally hadn't been on hand to prompt her, she wouldn't have been dressed before noon.
Never in her life had Sunny seen so many fabrics. The clothes she'd worn in Darhabar had been colorful, but most were sheer silks and some satin.
An hour ago, Sunny had barely finished her breakfast when she'd been hustled down the hall to Heather's room, sent behind the screen,
"I can see Fve shocked you, but if you stop and think about some of the stunts that Chelsea's pulled over the years, it might help."
"Not to mention Grandmama Sunny," Dex inserted, and everyone smiled.
All the grandchildren knew the first Sunny Gallagher as a wonderful, caring grandmother, and all of them missed her even now. But whenever she had talked of her past, it was evident to all listening that she had been as independent and adventurous as any girl could be.
90
Brandon finished his story about the voyage, making a point of telling everyone how different Sunny had become from the first part of the voyage to the last. Both Foster and Heather looked greatly relieved when he was finished. Before Dexter left for the night, the four adults spent some time in prayer. They petitioned God for wisdom in dealing with Sunny and the chance to build a relationship with her, one that was filled with love and trust.
when sunny was still asleep at 9:00 the next morning, Heather decided to wake her. She entered the room quietly, and with Sally's help, opened the heavy drapes on all the windows.
The girls had been nearly frantic at breakfast to see her, but Heather had told them their Aunt Sunny needed her sleep. She promised they would all have lunch together. But before then, Heather had much to talk over, and do, with her sister.
Her sister. How long had she wished for a sister? It was true that she and Chelsea were very close, but Heather had always missed having a sister of her own. Of course, there were 14 years between them. As Heather settled onto the edge of the bed, she prayed that this would make no difference to Sunny.
Sunny woke up when she heard her name called and squinted against the light in the room. She blinked at the person sitting on the edge of her bed and then saw that it was Heather-Heather garbed in a beautiful dress.
"Good morning," the older woman greeted her.
"Good morning," Sunny returned, feeling like a new person after her night of sleep. "Your dress is beautiful," she commented softly as she looked at the pale green day dress.
Heather beamed. "Would you like one of your own?"
This question brought Sunny bolt upright in bed. "You have another one?"
"Not one that would fit you, but the dressmaker will be here in an hour, and we can tell her you like this fabric."
92
93
"I'm to have a new dress?"
"Many new dresses.**
Sunny looked very pleased, but then uncertain. "Brandon told me I have money to take care of myself, but I don't know where-"
Tour wardrobe is a birthday gift from Foster and me. He told me at breakfast you were to have a complete winter wardrobe. He's coming home for lunch and will certainly want to know what you picked out, so we'd best get started."
Heather crossed to the first wardrobe and opened both doors. Sunny's eyes widened to see that all of her clothing had been hung within.
"I think this one will do for the day. The others are not quite your coloring."
Heather had pulled out the dark velvet with the satin collar and cuffs Sunny had worn on her birthday. Sally was laying out her underclothes and clucking under her breath over missing items.
"Did some things get left aboard Brandon's ship?" Heather asked her.
"I don't think so," Sunny answered as she climbed from the bed.
"Well, no matter, we'll order as much as you need. Get dressed now, and I'll send Martha in with your breakfast.*' She was at the door and paused. "After lunch, Sunny, we'll decide how we're going to redecorate this room."
Sunny was left in the middle of the room, gawking at the closed door. If Sally hadn't been on hand to prompt her, she wouldn't have been dressed before noon.
Never in her life had Sunny seen so many fabrics. The clothes she'd worn in Darhabar had been colorful, but most were sheer silks and some satin.
An hour ago, Sunny had barely finished her breakfast when she'd been hustled down the hall to Heather's room, sent behind the screen,
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