{"id":253515,"date":"2026-07-13T02:52:18","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:52:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-time-for-shariton-park-christine-m-walter\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:52:18","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:52:18","slug":"a-time-for-shariton-park-christine-m-walter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-time-for-shariton-park-christine-m-walter\/","title":{"rendered":"A Time For Shariton Park – Christine M Walter"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I tried to remember to hold my shoulders back and my head high at our approach. \u201cAh! So glad you could come, Lord Shariton, Miss Elsegood.\u201d An older, dark-haired woman with a pointed nose greeted us with a smile and held her hand out to Lord Shariton. Lord Shariton took it and bowed, \u201cIt was good of you to invite us, Mrs. Cromwell.<\/p>\n

And where is Mr. Cromwell tonight?\u201d \u201cOh, he is here somewhere,\u201d she gestured airily down the hall. Slowly, she turned her attention to me, examining me up and down with evident disdain. \u201cAllow me to introduce our guest and dear friend, Miss Celeste Roberts, of London,\u201d Lord Shariton nodded at me. \u201cMiss Roberts, this is Mrs. Cromwell.\u201d I curtsied, \u201cThank you for\u2014\u201d Mrs. Cromwell\u2019s voice overrode my own. \u201cI see you\u2019ve brought some other old friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. You remember Sir and Lady Garrison.\u201d \u201cI do. You are most welcome,\u201d she said warmly, holding out her hand in greeting. Lord Shariton took my arm and led me to the next woman. She was young, maybe a few years older than me. She was almost the spitting image of her mother. \u201cMiss Cromwell. You look well this evening,\u201d Lord Shariton began. \u201cThis is Miss Celeste Roberts. She is my guest for the time being.\u201d<\/p>\n

I glanced at Lord Shariton. For the time being? Well, of course, he wouldn\u2019t expect me to stay indefinitely. My mind raced over my future possibilities, and I curtsied to Miss Cromwell. \u201cI\u2019m so glad you could come,\u201d she said, looking me over in much the same way her mother had and then turning to Ruth with an exuberant welcome. At last, Lord Shariton led me into the crowded ballroom.<\/p>\n

My stomach flip-flopped, and I moved past the many groups of women and men richly dressed and perfectly poised. Some were beginning to dance, and I watched intently to see if I could recognize the steps. With relief, I discovered that I could. Men and women gazed my way with interest, murmuring to their neighbors. Lord Shariton introduced me to a married couple who lived close by, but the small talk ended rather abruptly when their daughters rushed to them and stole their attention. Lord Shariton stepped away to speak with an older fellow, and I was left alone to meander about the room.<\/p>\n

I wished I had my father by my side. He would have put his arm around me, making me feel warm and calm. It appeared as though Ruth had found friends to mingle with. How I wished I knew more people here! My heart flipped when someone took my hand, squeezed, and released it. Lord Shariton stood stiff and tall beside me. \u201cRelax and smile. Their attention will soon pass.\u201d How could I relax when he touched me like that?<\/p>\n

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Inside illustrations \u00a9 Christine Walter. \u00a9 2023 Christine Mendenhall Walter. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the author, Christine Water: email qrissyw@gmail.com. The views expressed herein are the responsibility of the author. All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.<\/p>\n

ISBN: 9798863726281 Edited by Lynne Riffenburgh, Alexa Martineau, and Lauri Schoenfeld. Book cover design by: Eschler Editing 1kitap1.com\/en Dedicated to my dog, Chewbacca, for sitting by me through thick and thin until this book was complete. And to my own Mr. Darcy, Jared, who taught me what love is. * * * A note from the author… I don\u2019t know about you, but I\u2019m a music lover. I nearly always have a song in my head on repeat when I\u2019m not actively listening to music.<\/p>\n

Music is a huge part of my life, so naturally it\u2019s going to be a part of my storytelling. With that in mind, I\u2019ve created soundtracks to go along with my novels. Some songs are things she plays or sings, or simply songs that go along with the scenes. Enjoy! Soundtrack Paul de Senneville- Spring Waltz (Mariage d\u2019Amour) Enya – If I Could Be Where You Are Enya- Orinoco Flow Enya- Lothl\u00f3rien Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-Disney Toy Dolls- Spiders in the Dressing Room Kiki\u2019s Delivery Service Theme song Chopin- Nocturne in C sharp minor OP.<\/p>\n

posth B 49 Bach- prelude in C major P.S. I\u2019ve decided to rate my book using Michelle Penninton\u2019s rating system found at https:\/\/thewritinggals.com\/michelles-clean-and- wholesome- category-content-diagram\/ This book is rated at level one. \ud83d\ude42 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE Present Day England, Celeste Empty. An empty room meant a meaningless life. Right? At least the weight of that word pressed upon my chest with such force it seemed I could never live again. Never be normal. Every room of the four-bedroom flat held nothing but dust, much like how I felt inside.<\/p>\n

Dusty and alone. I stood at the entry with nothing but a rucksack and a carry-on suitcase. The memories shared between my father and me slapped me in the face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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