Note: This is my attempt to write a romance story. It might be a bit juicy, and sexual. Just so you know
Prologue:
Waverly stands on the edge of the cliff. Her green eyes, searching, as they contrast hey little brown skin. She was reminiscing about her summer, and how it is ending. How she must return to her home, with her maid, to be flattered by available bachelors, promising love. How could she love when she had found it on this little island, in the arms of a fallen nobleman's son. How scandalous, it would be....
Prologue:
Waverly stands on the edge of the cliff. Her green eyes, searching, as they contrast hey little brown skin. She was reminiscing about her summer, and how it is ending. How she must return to her home, with her maid, to be flattered by available bachelors, promising love. How could she love when she had found it on this little island, in the arms of a fallen nobleman's son. How scandalous, it would be....