Once upon a time there was a story…but not that kind of story. A story which promises to teach you at least 365 of the most intriguing words in the English language. A story which will unfold month by month, with each excerpt containing all of the word-of-the-day entries for that month, as depicted in my very well-favoured 365 New Words A Year Calendar. Read these words, learn them, use them; they’re all wonderful.
Then come to love the story, and follow it each month. I don’t know exactly where it’s going, but I do know that it’s going to be special.
As excited as Charlie Whittaker was to get the call that invited him to return to Freeman Manor, there was no denying that he was expecting nothing short of the most arduous tribulation once he got there. 
While he was unfalteringly certain that his innate attraction to Erica Freeman was far from an apocryphal  occurrence – he was similarly aware of the fact that he was, after all, a groundling.  And he genuinely believed that the suffocating aegis  of her parents would have made sure that she thought anybody from his particular social sphere was deemed an uncouth  slipshod.  Certainly not worthy to ever seriously come close to a girl who had been brought up to be sacrosanct  and untouchable.
But there she was. Standing at the gate, undoubtedly waiting for him to arrive.
She wasn’t even pretending to be demure  in her demeanour. She had a haughty  grin covering her face that meant he didn’t need to conjecture  her intentions. Instead he knew quite instantaneously that she was there waiting for him. It flooded his heart with solace.  He didn’t need to be afraid around her anymore.
“You know I did this for you, right?” he said, with a jejune  smile. “I’d planned out how I was going to create this liaison  from the second I saw you.”
It made her smile, although she didn’t altogether understand how it could be true. She recognised that he felt moxie  about seeing her again, but failed to grasp how he could have arranged it that way. If anything she was the one who had intercepted her parents call and had gone to wait outside for his arrival. From her perspective her part in creating the liaison was far greater than his.
He recognised the skepticism on her face and proceeded to explain how he purposely flummoxed  the electrical systems purely to gain access back into Freeman Manor. For authenticity he even went into arduous detail , taking time to explain the intricate things he had done to ensure the power fault. He knew if he didn’t she wouldn’t believe him. She wasn’t the kind of girl who was ever going to be docile. 
“Okay, okay,” she interrupted, involuntarily laughing at the panoply  of his efforts. “I get the gist.  And while I think you’re a bit of a ninny  for doing all of that, I also think you’re pretty spectacular for finding such an inventive way to get back here. Especially as it means the party has been so hilariously impacted.”
“So you were really being serious when you said you hate those things?”
“Oh they’re the worst! Half of the room will be engrossed in a pompous sederunt  about golfing handicaps and sclaffs,  while the other half is busy discussing the aliment  of the ragout,  while carping  about the number of white carbohydrates in the amuse-bouche.” 
He laughed at the way she used those ridiculous, unnecessarily elaborate words.
“You know I want to take you out after I’ve fixed the problem, right?”
“Yeah, I was kind of counting on it,” she smiled.
Some would have said it was a rash decision.  Some would have said they allowed themselves to be swept away in a maelstrom  of inexplicable chemistry. They didn’t care about either. They knew it was quick, they knew it was crazy, but they also knew their attraction was teeming  with a beautiful veracity. 
So they leapt for one another, and they never looked back.
(You can navigate to the previous parts of the story by clicking here.)
Crowdfunding – The practice of soliciting financial contributions from a large number of people and especially from the online community. *
*There’s always one which defeats me.