So . . . uh . . . (laughs nervously). Here is Chapter One. All feedback appreciated. And I hope I can really see this through and not get tangled in the plot, taking a readership down with me. (I do have it mapped out but it’s never clear until it’s written). Anyway, here goes nothin!
The Viscount of Maisons Laffitte
Chastity Whitmore stared in the mirror at her green eyes, lined with the bluish hue of the sleep-deprived. A move to France may have been good for her career, and even her morale, but it was doing a number on her level of stress. She grabbed her purse from the hook on the bathroom door and dried her hands in the cramped quarters, sending water all over the floor. Yanking the door open, she hurried out of the bathroom and around the corner leading to the stairs. The students who were making their way up the spiral staircase squeezed past her, talking and laughing, as she hugged the railing on her way down. She walked past the main entrance and through a set of doors, which led to the library and reception beyond.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked the director, as she poked her head into her office.
“Yes, come on in,” the director responded pleasantly. Elizabeth Moore was seated at her desk and had been staring at the computer screen, trying to figure out how to organize student-teaching meetings according to everyone’s schedule. Her youthful face, athletic figure and bright clothing were at odds with her white hair. And though she was approaching retirement, she had an energy that bordered on exuberance and challenged teachers half her age.
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