Artemisia

“What are your plans for today?”

Logan’s smoky morning voice gets me to look up at him. He’s lying on his back while I’m resting my head on his arm. “I promised Alberta to help her with the sewing work for the costumes for the summer ball to celebrate the solstice.”

“You can sew?” he asks, and I shake my head with a giggle.

“Not really. But she was so excited about having me on board that I took something I could eventually manage by someone helping me out.” ...