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Lady Georgiana Harrington’s style is on the cusp of high fashion in the late Edwardian period. Her dresses and suits are all representative of the type of forward-facing, luxurious clothing that young wealthy women wore at this time.
Despite the luxurious and trendy nature of her wardrobe, it is still not ostentatious. Rather, it has a sort of old-world, refined wealth that harkens to her aloof but elegant demeanor. Similarly, it leans heavily into rich, but still cold, jewel tones that are not excessively ornamented or frilly. Rather, she prefers her ornamentation in the form of a wide variety of custom jewelry, set with precious stones and multi layers of pearls.
Her lookbook is also governed by a different set of outfit categories than we see in the majority of Darlington lookbooks. Rather than having outfits designed around practical use or weather, Lady Georgiana’s looks are determined by time of day and specific outings. Like most women of her status in this period, this dictated up to eight outfit changes a day, with a minimum of a different outfit worn for each meal and frequent changes in between.
While indicative of her class and wealth, this is also representative of the sort of life that Lady Harrington leads. Her very dress is governed by strict rules of propriety and decorum. Her choice to wear her evening gowns during the day or her morning gown as a house dress is thus not only a personal eccentricity, but an attempt to make herself comfortable and in control of her surroundings.
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Day Dress 2: hat / hair / earrings / dress (Morning Glories Set) / gloves / shoes
Dinner Dress: hair / earrings / necklace / ring / dress (The Astor Dress) / gloves
Walking Suit: hat / hair (Ethel) / earrings / suit
Travel Suit: earrings / suit & hat / gloves (My Wedding Stories)
Evening Dress: hair / earrings / necklace / dress (Tragically Titanic Gown)
Underwear: hair / corset / pants
Dressing Gown: hair / gown
Riding Suit: hat / hair / earrings / top / gloves (Base Game) / skirt / boots
Morning Gown: earrings / necklace (Base Game) / dress / shoes
Warm Weather: hat / earrings / pearls / dress & gloves / shoes
Cold Weather: earrings / scarf / suit
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GCam night shot
Harrington’s pub, Georgiana Street, Camden Town, London late 2020
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Betrayed by Blood ~~ [The Golden Brio Texts]
In which Tom and Phil realize something about Annie’s Instagram and bring their findings to John...[takes place: March 6, 2022]
@captain--john, @knightley--phillip
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TOM HARRINGTON:
So, are you going to tell him or am I?
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
John, eloise is meeting up with tom's baby momma
TOM HARRINGTON:
<link to the instagram post>
JOHN SMITH:
Wait, what?
Fuck
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
so uh should we..... talk to annie
JOHN SMITH:
We have to handle this calmly and rationally lads. After the Twittergate of earlier we know Annie doesn’t respond well to being accused or really any help at all where her child is concerned
TOM HARRINGTON:
*our child
JOHN SMITH:
Mate, I know that but she obviously doesn’t
TOM HARRINGTON:
Sorry. I am a little touchy atm.
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
lol understandable
is it ... worth it to talk to eloise or nah
JOHN SMITH:
I know Tommy I’m just trying to process. You should talk to Annie but be nice about it. Maybe just like oh your brunch looked nice who were you with? Blah blah rubbish kiss ass
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
I mean trust me i get if you don't wanna
TOM HARRINGTON:
Dunno if I can be nice honestly.
Why do I feel like she's doing this just to piss me off? Also how the hell did she get ahold of Ellie? Did she reach out first? Christ. I know this would happen.
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
i wouldnt be surprised if they were just monitoring all our social media posts
fuckers
JOHN SMITH:
Yeah mate I don’t think she’s the guilty party necessarily
I mean she made the bloody post but I’m sure Eloise reached out
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
you know how they all are
probs knew she was upset with you and me yknow
easy to turn her even more against us
fuck im sorry
if i hadnt come for her on twitter maybe she woulda been nicer
JOHN SMITH:
….I could reach out to Georgiana
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
my fiancée ❤️
TOM HARRINGTON:
Would Georgiana listen to you? Or would that just drag more people into this mess?
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
lmao sorry
TOM HARRINGTON:
And I don't think this is your fault, Philly. She hated my guts long before she hated yours.
JOHN SMITH:
She’s honestly the most mature of our sisters and they all talk
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
Mine doesn't
JOHN SMITH:
I feel like we’re going to be in a mess regardless
we either go directly to Annie or Eloise or we try to get info from siblings
TOM HARRINGTON:
I feel like Annie is our only chance, which isn't saying much. The Order won't like us interfering. If you've forgotten we bloody promised them our sons.
JOHN SMITH:
I’ll support you Tom, it’s your kid
TOM HARRINGTON:
Feels like there is no good option.
JOHN SMITH:
There isn’t mate, not when you’re dealing with someone irrational
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
we've got your back no matter what mate
TOM HARRINGTON:
I just dunnae kin what to say to her to get her see sense.
JOHN SMITH:
We just gotta keep an eye on the little one. She can fuck her own self over for all I care just not your kid
PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY:
Phil Jr. deserves the best
TOM HARRINGTON:
That is not his name.
And aye, I suppose you're right. I will talk to her.
#swynjohn#swynphillip#tohn texts#tomlip texts#JUNIOR#the golden brio#the golden brio texts#betrayed by blood#sounds incredibly dramatic but#we love an alliteration
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Jane, Countess of Harrington depicted as Aurora, Goddess of Dawn – to symbolise purity – in white silk dress with purple gauze scarf and red and white plumes in her hair. This painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds was completed when she was still Miss Fleming.
Jane Fleming was the eldest of five children of Sir John Fleming, 1st Baronet as well as the elder sister of Seymour Dorothy Fleming. She married May 23, 1779, Charles, third Earl of Harrington. The new Countess of Harrington was soon praised for generosity, as she immediately settled the debts her husband had inherited from her father-in-law and funded the re-purchase of Stable Yard House in St James's. The money she brought into the marriage also enabled Lord Harrington to raise an infantry regiment, with which the couple departed for Jamaica in 1780. When they returned the next year, Lady Harrington became noted for her fashion sense and physical attractiveness; she and Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, were singled out as "the best dressed ladies" at an all-night party held by the Duchess in September 1782.
Although she became a gambler like many of her class, Lady Harrington was "blessed with domestic happiness, a lovely progeny, and every endearment that can make life desirable." Surrounded by aristocracy of generally loose morals, she was considered an epitome of virtue. A somewhat talented painter, Lady Harrington helped establish John Glover's career as art instructor in the early 1790s, and may have taken lessons from him. In 1794, she became a lady of the Bedchamber to Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, wife of King George III. Much favoured by Queen Charlotte, Lady Harrington served as lady of the Bedchamber until the Queen's death in 1818.
Lord and Lady Harrington maintained their popularity into their old age. "Their sempiternal occupation of tea-drinking" was noted by one of their contemporaries, who found that "neither in Nankin, Pekin, nor Canton was the teapot more assiduously and constantly replenished" than in their home. Lady Harrington predeceased her husband, dying at St James's Palace on 3 February 1824. She was buried at Westminster Abbey on 12 February. Lord and Lady Harrington had ten children, who lived into adulthood.
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Maria “Mary” Gunning, Countess of Coventry.
Born in 1733, Maria was a famous beauty and Society hostess during the reign of George II.
Born in Ireland to a gentry family who were on hard times financially, Maria was persuaded by her mother to take up acting when she came of age in order to provide an income both for herself and her family and in the hope she may marry well (theatre attendance was popular among royalty and the aristocracy). Even though this was not seen as a respectable position by many (the word actress was seen by many as another term for a harlot or courtesan) she did this successfully in theatres in Dublin, eventually catching the eye of the Earl of Harrington, whom she persuaded to provide her with an allowance and an introduction to the royal court at St James’ Palace in London. Both of these were granted, and Maria met the elderly King George II on the 2nd December 1750, where, due to a combination of nerves and tactlessness, she commented to the king that the royal event she was most looking forward to attending whilst in London was the next funeral. Many courtiers were taken aback by this, but George himself found it amusing, allowing her a place within his court.
In March 1752, she married the Earl of Coventry to become the Countess of Coventry herself, gaining riches and a title in an era where many, many people knew and were bound to their social class and were not able to socially climb. Maria is a rare exception to this rule, alongside other 18th century ladies such as Emma Hamilton, Eliza Farren and Betty Ridge.
Maria loved all things fashionable and was frequently seen in the newest make up and dress styles - a precursor to the mighty Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire. (Maria and Georgiana actually had several things in common - a husband who was frequently unfaithful (Coventry publicly doted on the courtesan Kitty Fisher) and did not understand nor appreciate her love of style and fashion, they both had the ears and favour of many powerful aristocrats, and both were natural trendsetters and early examples of a celebrity.) She was frequently mobbed in Hyde Park for her attention to style, to the point where she was provided with a guard during open top airings, and what she wore was imitated by other Society ladies of the Court as well. Maria, realising her success, wore more and more make up, which unknowingly, was slowing killing her. Women’s cosmetics of the 18th century contained lead (in the blush) and mercury (in the face powder) and these fatal compounds would have been absorbed through her pores and over time, poisoned her.
In September 1760, Maria passed away aged 27 from blood poisoning, highly likely to have been caused by the aforementioned. Whilst she was mourned, her death was also met with an unsympathetic response from several people, who said she was a “victim of cosmetics” and was widely known as the first courtier to die from vanity.
#her sampler was at an auction sale on a programme i watched yesterday and she sounded so interesting i felt compelled to look into her more#18th century#history#maria gunning#portraits
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hello, who are your mwm right now?
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Crossing Knives, Chapter 10: Secrets, Surprises, Sauvignon Blanc
TITLE OF STORY: Crossing Knives
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter 10
AUTHOR: missviolethunter / missviolethunterwrites
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom / Chef Tom
GENRE: Romance, Comedy
FIC SUMMARY: Tom Hiddleston is the brilliant executive chef of Band of Brothers, a London restaurant with a Michelin star. He also has a reputation for being arrogant, cocky and difficult. Hallie Harrison is a former home cook who has just won Masterchef US. Luke Windsor is a restaurateur who is tired of constantly looking for new sous-chefs because Tom keeps making them quit. In a desperate move to save his restaurant, Luke offers Hallie a job as a sous-chef… and maybe also a chance to meet the man of her dreams in the least likely of places: the kitchen of Band of Brothers.
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: None
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Links to previous chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9
CHAPTER 10: SECRETS, SURPRISES, SAUVIGNON BLANC
Monday mornings marked the start of the work week at Band of Brothers. Planning menus, receiving deliveries, scheduling any special events… all those things had to be done on a Monday so the rest of the week would be properly organized.
Every day Tom was the first one to arrive. Sometimes a bit hungover, or wearing the same clothes as the night before (there was a shower in Luke’s office, and Tom always kept a change of work clothes in the car). But, no matter what he had been doing during the long weekend, he was always in the kitchen when everybody else got there.
Which is why Birdie and Kumal, the cooks, who were neighbours and usually caught the same tube, were so surprised to find the back door of the restaurant firmly closed. And locked. Birdie searched in her large handbag for her set of keys, that she barely had any occasion to use. She also grabbed her phone, wondering if she should call Luke or if she was worrying about nothing. It was half past eleven, and they didn’t have to start until noon, so it wasn’t really alarming that Chef Tom had decided to oversleep a little.
She was so concentrated, mobile phone in one hand and keys in the other, that she almost didn’t hear Luke’s voice behind her.
“Morning, Birdie! Hey, Kumal!” He turned off the engine and got out of the car, smiling brightly, with a cup of Starbucks in one hand and some donut crumbs on his otherwise immaculate suit. Luke Windsor was definitely a morning person.
“Morning, Mr. Windsor. Is Chef Tom with you?”
“Tom? No, I haven’t seen him since Saturday; I’ve got several lost calls from him, so I thought I’d come early so we could talk.” He glanced at the door, then at the two people in front of him, and finally at the door again. “Is there anything wrong? Why are you out here?”
Birdie sighed. “It’s locked. And empty.”
Luke frowned for a brief moment. “Well, I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. He must have been partying until late, I’ll give him a call and tell him to get his arse out of bed.”
They all got in; the cooks headed towards the kitchen and Luke to his office. He tried calling Tom, but the call went straight to voicemail. And again. After four tries, he resorted to messaging.
‘Hey, mate, are you alright?’
‘Tom, I’m sorry I couldn’t come over yesterday, I was at my parents’ in Oxfordshire and I didn’t get home until all hours.’
‘Hiddleston, it’s almost noon. If you’re down with the flu I can go by your place and bring you some chicken soup, but I need you to speak to me.’
No response. He headed to the kitchen, where Hallie, Connor and Alex had also arrived and were starting to prep all kinds of food for the dinner service.
“Good morning, gods and goddesses of the culinary world! How’s the week presenting?”
A chorus of cheerful voices assured him, all at the same time, that everything was perfect (and that chefs can be very, very loud people). Only Hallie didn’t say anything except for a deflated ‘Hi Luke’, and that made him worry.
He decided to try calling Tom again, and right in that moment he heard the main door open and close with a slamming sound. And there was the missing Chef Hiddleston, standing in the hallway, in his chef whites, pale and sulky like the Ghost of Canterville on a bad day (minus the chains. And the castle. And the undead thing, although he did have the ashy complexion).
“Finally! I was starting to worry. Are you alright, mate? I tried calling you…”
“I was driving. Fine. I’m fine.” His voice sounded at least an octave lower than usual, which made it hard for Luke to understand him.
“I know that tone, Hiddleston, and it’s everything but fine. Look, if you’re not feeling well and you need the day off, just…”
“You can’t send me home, Luke”, was the half-growled answer. “This place is as mine as it is yours, so spare me your ‘cool boss’ talk and let me get to work.”
Now Luke was absolutely sure that Tom was either sick or being an asshole on purpose. Or maybe both. He adjusted his glasses on his nose, thinking of the best way to find out the truth.
“Great. Do whatever you want. If at any point in the day you feel like talking to your business partner and oldest friend, and telling him what the bloody hell is wrong with you, I’ll be in my office.”
About twenty minutes later, a quick rap at the door made Luke smile triumphantly.
“It’s always open, Tom! Come in and share that sob story, whatever it is!”
The door opened slowly, but instead of Tom’s closely cropped curls what appeared behind it was a head of blond hair, neatly tucked in a bun under a white chef hat.
“Luke, it’s me. Sorry to interrupt you, but…”
“Hallie! I meant it when I said it’s always open. Please come in. Coffee?”
“Luke, Tom burnt a sauce ten minutes ago and went to the pantry. He… he’s locked himself in and he’s not answering when we knock.”
Luke got up from his desk, looking slightly murderous. “Okay, this has gone too far. I’m going to…”
“Please don’t be angry with him! I think… I think it’s my fault that he’s all moody today, but I can’t get him to talk to me.” She covered her face with her hands.
“Fine, let’s all calm down. I won’t kill him…yet. Now let’s go to the pantry and find out why he’s acting more like an idiot than usual.”
In the kitchen, everybody was trying to keep things normal. The pots were boiling, the pans sizzled, and the cooks… well, the cooks had one eye on the suspiciously closed door that connected the kitchen with the pantry. Nobody said a word, but they all turned to Luke in unison.
The increasingly worried restaurateur knocked on the door several times. “Thomas, this isn’t funny. Nor professional. Get your arse out of there!”
One or two muffled words came from inside.
“I can’t hear you, you sod! This is a fireproof door!”
Nothing. Seeing that Luke’s efforts were in vain, Hallie moved to the front of the group and approached the closed door.
“Tom, it’s Hallie! Please, can we talk?”
Silence for a moment, and then they all could hear the sound of the lock being turned. Slowly.
It still didn’t open, so Hallie grabbed the handle. Luke put a warning hand on her forearm.
“Whatever you do, get him out of there. I don’t want to appear in the Daily Mail as the evil restaurant owner who almost let two of his workers suffocate inside a closed pantry.”
“Suffocate? There’s a ventilation system in there.”
“You clearly don’t read the Mail”, Luke sighed. “Just try and make him see reason, please.”
Hallie opened the door and got inside, closing it behind her without a noise.
“Now you want to see me.”
The Band of Brothers pantry was a spacious and well organized room, with cabinets and shelves to one side and a row of industrial sized freezers to the other. Tom was sitting on the floor, with his back to the wall and a can of beer in his hand, looking so miserable that Hallie almost had to fight back tears.
She thought of the best way to start the conversation; Tom seemed to be in a highly dramatic state, so she decided that maybe he would react if she dialed up the drama.
“Tom, if you want me to resign and leave, just say so and I’ll be out of here in a minute”, she stated in a clear voice.
“What?” He clearly wasn’t expecting that. He left the beer on the floor (unopened, Hallie noticed) and stood up with the help of the wall behind him.
He didn’t seem drunk, just extremely hungover and a more than a little angry. He walked up towards Hallie very slowly, as if he was walking under water.
“Did you have fun with your boyfriend Harrington the other night?”
Hallie went red as a beet. “Tom, I went to…”
“I know where you went. For some reason you decided I wasn’t good enough for you, so you staged your little freak-out and then Craig came to your rescue like a knight in shining armor. Well played.”
Hallie crossed her arms and frowned. “Tom, that wasn’t staged. I had to run home because I was feeling horrible, and then I got a text from Georgiana…”
“I see. So Georgiana was in it too, playing matchmaker for her little brother.”
“It was a birthday party! With at least fifty people in it!”
“I only saw two people in Harrington’s Tesla.”
Hallie took a step back. “Tom, were you following me?”
“Following you? Bollocks!” answered Tom, outraged. “It’s not my fault that in a city with nine million people you have decided to live right on my doorstep, Chef Harrison.”
“Well, it’s hard to see people’s faces from the balcony of your luxury penthouse, Chef Hiddleston, so you were either using a telescope or–”
“I don’t need a telescope to see when someone’s hiding something from me.”
She sighed. “Okay, this is ridiculous. We’re having a conversation in the stupid pantry–”
“An argument”, interrupted Tom.
“Fine, an argument. But this is not the time or the place to do this.”
Tom raked his fingers through his already tousled hair. “Right. We must look like a pair of bloody teenagers. But you didn’t deny you are hiding something from me, so don’t tell me I’m imagining things.”
Hallie closed her eyes for several seconds. When she opened them again, she looked very serious. “Can we call a truce for a few hours and talk after work? Yes, there’s something important I need to tell you… but it can’t be here.”
“Have it your way”, said Tom in a chilly tone. “I’ll take you home after work… but I don’t know what you want me to say, except that I feel like you’re gaslighting me.”
“You don’t have to say anything, just listen. And if you don’t like my explanation, tomorrow I will resign and you won’t have to see me again. Deal?”
“Fine.”
He opened the door for Hallie with an exaggerated flourish, and looked at the bunch of people who had congregated in front of the pantry door.
“What, don’t you all have jobs to do?”
Luke let out a sigh of relief. “I’m going to remove that lock today. No, forget about the lock, I’m having the whole door taken away.” He pointed a recriminating finger at Tom. “No more silly shenanigans in this kitchen, understood?”
Tom answered with a mock of a military salute.
“Splendid. Now, let’s all get back to work and forget the past thirty minutes of our lives. Back to cooking, everybody!”
At the same time Tom relived his personal drama in the Band of Brothers kitchen (and pantry), Harrington Craig was parking his Tesla right across the street.
He was in a bit of a hurry. Not exactly late, but he was anxious to try a couple of new and exotic ingredients he’d had shipped from Thailand the day before. Also, he had stayed at his parents’ brunch for a bit longer than he should.
According to the family chronicles, the Craigs had been doing brunch since before the word was invented. The only thing that had changed over the years was the date: what for centuries had been a Sunday event had been changed to Monday since his two elder sisters got married and started having children. Apparently, having all your weekends planned in advance is not practical when you have several little ones, so brunch was rescheduled and now everyone was happy (except for the aforementioned children, who of course were at school).
Whatever the reason, every Monday, Lord and Lady Craig had the table set for at least thirteen people: her eldest daughter Eleonora, her husband, and the youngest of their three girls (who was two years old, so no school yet); Georgiana, always alone because she pitied his boyfriends too much to make them endure the family event; Minerva and her husband with their two daughters (who were homeschooled, and loved being at the table with the grownups); Arabella, the youngest, who had recently became engaged to a young man and had earned the right to bring him to brunch; and, finally, Harry. Alone since his divorce… and frequently alone during his marriage, because his ex-wife Charlotte had hated his sisters with a passion (often reciprocated), and she always had an excuse to avoid setting foot in the Craigs’ Hampstead house.
On that particular day, brunch had been a bit uncomfortable for him. His sister Georgiana, always eager to embarrass him at family events, had told their mother about Hallie… and the hopeful Lady Craig had spent more than an hour trying to extract information from her son.
“My dear Harrington” (she was the only person who called him by his full name all the time). “If there’s a new young lady in your life, do bring her to tea sometime. I’ll be very glad to meet her.”
“That would be wonderful, dear Mamma, but despite what Georgie may have told you there’s nothing to write home about. I’ve met a girl I like, but unfortunately she only has eyes for Tom.”
“What a pity! Speaking of Thomas, I do wish you two would solve your differences. You were such good friends at school! You know, when you were younger I had the secret hope that he would end up marrying one of your sisters.”
Harry couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at this affirmation, and all the other people at the table reacted in a variety of ways: his sisters Nora and Belle managed to muffle a burst of laughter, while Georgiana, less used to hiding her impulses, laughed heartily. Only one of the sisters, Minnie, seemed very concentrated on her food, blushing furiously. She’d had a brief thing with Tom during their time in Oxford, and her sisters had teased her mercilessly for years about ‘the Hiddleston affair.’
As for the men who were also attending brunch, not one of them noticed a thing. Harry’s father was too busy enjoying his eggs Florentine; and all three of his daughter’s significant others were completely oblivious to the crossing of glances between the women and their amused mother.
“Anyway”, continued Lady Mountjoy once the giggling had stopped. “I haven’t lost hope of having a grandson yet. And apparently it has to come from you, because your sisters are exclusively occupied in having girls. Who I love very dearly, of course”, she added with a wink and a smile directed towards the three little girls sitting at the table. “But who’s going to inherit your father’s collection of toy soldiers?”
This time the laughter was general, husbands and father included. It was a running joke in the family, their particular genetic lottery. The elder sister, Nora, had three lovely girls; the second, Minnie, had two and was expecting twins… she had just found out that both of them were also girls. The youngest, Belle, wasn’t married yet, but she always joked that she was going to start buying pink furniture for her future home. And Lord Mountjoy’s collection of toy soldiers, enjoyed for the last time by Harry as a kid, had been collecting dust in the attic for more than twenty-five years.
Harry’s recollection of the family meal was suddenly interrupted by the sound of steps in front of him. He forced his attention back to reality, just in time to avoid a collision with a young Black woman carrying the largest Starbucks cup he had ever seen.
“Oy! Careful, Mister Daydreaming!” she said, holding the cup as far as she could from her leather portfolio and her elegant black and white suit. She never lost her smile, however, and Harry wondered how a person who was on her way to work, and obviously in a hurry, could be in such good spirits.
“I am awfully sorry… God, I hope nothing has spilled.” He surveyed the woman’s slender figure looking for a nonexistent stain, and then something clicked in his mind. “Wait a minute… don’t I know you? You work with Luke Windsor, right?”
“Exactly, I’m his assistant. Shirley Berry.” She managed to hold both portfolio and coffee in her left hand, and extended the right towards Harry’s offered handshake.
“Harry Craig. I’ve heard Luke talk wonders about you several times.”
“Well, he manages the restaurant, and I manage his finances, his schedule, and the rest of his professional life. Everything except Tom, of course. No one in the world can manage that man… but according to the rumours you already know that.”
Harry smirked. “You know, all this time I’ve been wondering how Band of Brothers is doing so well despite Tom not being able to keep his staff stable… maybe I should have looked into the business side of it. If you ever feel tempted to switch your allegiance, I’ll be right here with open arms”, he added with a shy smile.
“Awww, that may be the nicest thing anyone has said to me in weeks. To be completely honest I have no intention to change jobs… but if you weren’t my boss’s best friend’s mortal enemy, I’d invite you to coffee.”
“Even if you are my mortal enemy’s best friend’s assistant, I will take you up on that invitation. I see you like Starbucks, but you may want to try a little café two streets away from here; they serve the best blends in London.”
Shirley’s smile widened. “That sounds great. And I promise Tom hasn’t paid me to poison your Cappuccino or anything.”
“Actually, I take it Ristretto… just so you know where to put the poison”, he answered with a wink.
“Duly noted.” She scribbled her personal mobile on a card and handed it to Harry, and they parted ways, hurrying towards their respective restaurants.
Harry put the business card in his pocket, and a second later he changed his mind and stored it in his wallet. Growing up in a house full of sisters had made him notoriously bad at flirting for many years, so he liked it when women took the initiative in a frank, carefree way, like Shirley had done. Even if it was just for coffee, and not a real date.
The workday at Band of Brothers ended almost at midnight. Most Londoners, except for the ones who partied really hard, were already asleep or getting ready for bed, so the light traffic allowed Tom’s Aston Martin to make the trip from Chelsea to Goswell Road in twenty minutes, instead of the usual thirty.
That meant twenty long minutes of sulky silence on Tom’s part. After the bumpy start of the day he had been more cooperative, but for most of the day he’d kept a stubborn silence. Hallie tried to lighten the mood making a couple of casual comments at the start of the drive, but noticing the lack of response she chose to concentrate on her phone. She texted her mother to let her know she was bringing Tom home, but Lorraine hadn’t answered her yet.
Finally, when they were only a couple of minutes away from the City, Tom broke his silence.
“Texting your boyfriend?”
Hallie huffed. “I’m glad you’re speaking to me again. And no, as far as I know I don’t have a boyfriend, thanks for asking.”
“Then what do you call the Honorable Harrington Craig? Just a fuckbuddy? A friend with benefits?” he asked between gritted teeth. “I bet he’s already planning to make you the second Mrs. Craig. He can be very quick when it comes to marrying other people's–”
“Will you stop with that, Tom? We’re almost… turn right, please, we’re almost there. You can park around that corner.”
Tom decided to go back to sulking in silence during the short walk through the front door, up the stairs, and finally through the door of Hallie’s flat on the second floor.
“Hallie? Is that you, cupcake?”
“Yes, Mom, I’m home.”
A cheerful looking woman got up from the couch and turned off the television. Tom thought she looked exactly like an older version of Hallie, only a bit shorter. And with glasses.
“Ah, you must be Tom! Nice to meet you, I’m Lorraine Harrison” she said, offering him a firm handshake. “Sorry I didn’t drop by the restaurant to meet you sooner, but I was a little busy with… with a thing that I’m sure Hallie will tell you in a moment.”
“That’s why I asked him here, Mom. To talk.”
Lorraine exchanged a knowing glance with her daughter, a glance that left Tom even more puzzled than before.
“Well, in that case I’m going to the kitchen to have a cuppa. The living room is all yours.”
Hallie led a very suspicious Tom to the living room and asked him to sit down. He did, looking around him as if he was expecting some kind of nasty surprise to jump at his face in any moment.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Am I going to need one?”
“Probably.”
He made an affirmative sign, and Hallie walked to the dining room table, where someone –probably Lorraine and her motherly powers of precognition– had set a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc and two glasses. She offered one to Tom, and remained standing in front of him.
“Look, I’m not usually a person who shares all her secrets, but…” she paused. “What I mean is that there’s something I should have told you when we met, but it was…”
Another pause. Despite Tom’s resentment, it was actually painful for him to see Hallie struggle like that. He took a sip of his wine; very nice, not expensive but good vintage, whispered his restaurant-trained mind.
“Christ, Hallie, you look like you’re going to confess a crime”, he blurted. “I don’t mind hiring felons, you know. One of our line cooks stole a car when he was sixteen, and that didn’t keep me from giving him a job.”
“No, it’s not that.” Hallie blushed and started pacing up and down the room. “It’s just… a long story.”
“I have all the time in the world. Or at least until I have to open the restaurant tomorrow.”
She took a deep breath and almost emptied her glass of wine. “Okay. As you know, my family moved from here to California when I was a toddler. My Dad owned a small agricultural supplies company, that now belongs to my older brother. Eight years ago, I was starting my second year at UCLA, when–”
“Mommy, can you come say goodnight to Stuart?”
There was a boy standing at the door; a sleepy little boy with blond straw-like hair, wearing a Lighting McQueen pyjamas, and holding a Minion plush almost as big as him. With the corner of his eye, Tom looked at Hallie. She was paralyzed, all the blood having escaped from her face, so he tried to react in the less awkward way he could think of.
“Hello, mate! I’m Tom.” He extended a hand towards the kid, who shook it with enthusiasm.
“Hi Tom, I’m Max. Hey, my best friend at school also calls me mate! Is it an England thing?”
“You’re absolutely right, it’s an England thing”, Tom said with a very serious face. “It’s what we call our best friends here.”
“Are you Mom’s chef boss? She says you make the best food in the world!”
Hallie finally came out of her stupor with a shy laugh. She crouched beside the boy and hugged him.
“Oh, Max… What are you doing up, pumpkin?”
“I heard the door and I wanted to say goodnight. Is it very late?”
“Very very late. All the other children in London are in bed, you’re the only one awake. Aren’t you sleepy?”
“Yes…” as if choreographed, a giant yawn followed the word. “Yes, I think I’m going back to bed now. Goodnight, Chef Tom.”
“Goodnight, buddy.”
Hallie picked up the dozing child with one arm and Stuart the minion with the other. “I’ll be right back”, she said before disappearing into one of the doors.
During the following moments Tom sat motionless, in complete silence, listening to the distant sound of two voices wishing sweet dreams to each other. When Hallie reappeared he pretended to concentrate in his glass of Sauvignon Blanc, still full.
She sat down on the couch beside him, but not too close.
“Well, I guess the explanation I was giving you is kind of moot now. As you may have guessed, Max is my son… And he’s the reason why I’ve been hiding things and acting strangely. Part of the reason, at least.”
A light went up in Tom’s mind. “Hallie, are you trying to tell me that you’re married?”
“Of course not! I would never have gone out to dinner with you if I was married.”
“Trouble with your ex?”
“I don’t have an ex”, she said in a low, breathy voice. “I’ve never been married, Tom.”
Tom closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When he opened his eyes again, the black cloud that loomed over him had started to dissipate.
“So… this was your terrible, horrible secret? Many single people have children. And I’m sure Max a handful, but… I like kids. You didn’t have to hide that from me.”
“I was scared.” Hallie reached for the bottle of wine, but Tom was faster; he grabbed it first and poured her another glass. “Thanks.”
“Scared of me finding out about Max? I already told you, there’s no reason–”
She placed her hand over Tom’s for a moment and then drew it back, as if his skin had burned her.
“Tom, this isn’t easy for me. I really need you to listen without saying anything for a couple of minutes, because I’m not used to talking about… personal things. Not with anyone outside my family or my closest friends, who are all girls.”
“I’m listening”, he said in the most reassuring tone he could manage.
Hallie repositioned herself on the sofa a couple of times, looking alternatively at Tom and at the wall in front of her.
“Max’s father… Dave… was my first serious boyfriend. We started dating on the last year of High School, and we weren’t sure what to do with the relationship after that… but then we both ended up in UCLA, so things went on.” She seemed to relax a little, and took off her shoes. “College was a lot of fun at first. I had a lot of friends, a popular boyfriend, I was in a sorority… I was going to get my BA in World Arts and Culture, and I loved it. I guess I wasn’t the most brilliant student, but I did well enough in class. And then, just at the start of my sophomore year… I found out I was pregnant.”
“Did you have a fight? Did he leave you?” Tom blurted without thinking. “Sorry, I just… sorry. No more interruptions.”
“No, he didn’t leave me”, she continued in a soft, sad voice. “He said he would do the right thing… his parents were very religious. Episcopalian. And as soon as they knew what happened they started planning our wedding. Quickly, before it started to show, because… you know. The scandal.”
She left the empty glass of wine aside, and held her knees to her chest.
“My parents told us to wait, to be sure of our decision, to see what happened with the way Dave and I felt about everything after the baby had been born. Mom was very insistent about that, she said we were too young and life was too complicated to throw our education aside and start playing house. But Dave’s parents wouldn’t even hear about that, and we were in love… or, at least, the kind of love you’re in when you’re nineteen and you haven’t experienced real life before. Dave started to work with his father at a real estate company; he came to see me every morning before going to work. My future mother-in-law let me borrow her wedding dress. She arranged all of it: the church, the flowers, the music… I don’t remember much of the preparations, everybody told me I had to rest and take care of the baby so I wasn’t allowed to help much.”
Hallie’s gaze was fixed on the wall now, and her voice was almost inaudible.
Tom opened his mouth to speak again and then he remembered in the nick of time that he wasn’t supposed to; he stopped fidgeting with his wine glass and moved his hand towards Hallie, just up to the point where only one of his fingers was touching one of hers. She looked at him again with a sad smile.
“Two weeks before the wedding I had my bachelorette party. Nothing crazy, not in my state, just me and a few friends. My Mom had the idea of making it British themed, and we had this afternoon party with tea and crumpets, and little Union Flags on the tables, all very Victorian; all my friends loved it.” She ran a hand through her hair, undoing several strands of her already messy ponytail. “Dave and his friends went out, of course. To a… a strip club. Everybody knew they were going there, after all it was his bachelor party. They spent the night dancing with the girls there… and drinking.”
A light went off in Tom’s head. He saw the painful truth coming from afar, digging its way out of Hallie’s memories before showing its ugly face in the present.
“They waited until I woke up the next day, because they didn’t want me to get upset at five in the morning. I remember my parents coming to my room… it’s strange, the things one remembers. My Mom had a cup of tea in her hands, a porcelain cup with pink flowers painted on it. And Dad hadn’t shaved. He was such a proper gentleman, I knew something was wrong the moment I saw he hadn’t shaved. But I don’t remember which one of them said that there had been an accident, that Dave wasn’t coming to see me that morning… that Dave was dead.”
Tom had heard enough. He crossed the small distance between him and Hallie and held her hand, delicately. He looked at her face expecting tears, but her eyes were dry.
“I’m sure you loved him very much.”
“I was completely infatuated with him, and losing him was the worst thing that had happened in my life. Suddenly I was a college drop-out, alone, terrified of giving birth, afraid of raising a baby without a father… I think I managed to survive that year thanks to my parents. I don’t know what I’d have done without them.” She looked at Tom again, at his clear blue eyes and his worried gaze. “I’ve been awkward around men since then. We should have had this conversation before our date, Tom, and I’m so sorry I freaked out. I was so scared!”
“Of me finding out about Max?”
“Not only that. I already told you Max’s father was my first boyfriend. Then after him I had a small baby and of course I couldn’t go around dating. When Max was four my Dad got sick… when he died, I had to lend a hand in the family business and I didn’t have a lot of time for anything. And then I had the silly idea of going on Masterchef, and with all the fuss of the contest, the win, the promotion, the cookbook…”
“Yes?”
“Tom, what I’m trying to tell you is that you’re the first man I’ve dated in eight years. Which, counting Max’s father, makes you the second guy I’ve dated in my whole life.”
Tom froze for a moment, and then hid his face in his hands. “Oh, bollocks. I scared you.”
“Just a little.”
“I’m a sodding brute.”
“No! You were just… Enthusiastic, I guess. And I was too confused to tell you that I needed to go a little slower.”
He nodded in silence and wrapped his hand around hers. They sat like that for a moment, until a sudden noise coming from the kitchen made them jump.
“Do you think your mother’s listening?”
“Of course she’s listening! She’s been in there for fifteen minutes. How long does it take to make a cup of tea?” Hallie laughed. “Mom, please come out and stop eavesdropping!”
Lorraine came out of the kitchen, holding a nearly empty cup of tea and a sugar biscuit. “Well, did you fix it?” she asked, staring intently at Tom and Hallie.
“Yes, ma'am. All fixed.”
“Good. I was getting bored to death in there, but I didn’t want to interrupt your little conversation. And now that I’m sure there won’t be another World War in my living room, this old lady needs to go to bed.” She finished the biscuit, left the cup on the table and hugged her daughter. “Sleep well, cupcake. Goodnight, Chef Hiddleston.”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Harrison. Pleased to meet you.”
After Lorraine left they both stood in the middle of the living room, too tired to say anything, until Tom reacted.
“I don’t mean to sound rude, but you’re going to fall asleep standing up.”
Hallie offered him a tired smile. “Well, it has been a tough day. For both of us.”
Tom threw his arms around her, enclosing her in a tight embrace. “As much as I like doing this, I really need to go and let you sleep. Or tomorrow we’ll fall asleep in the kitchen.”
“And Luke will scream at us.”
“Luke was very close to having an aneurysm this morning…” Tom observed. “I think I owe him an apology. And another one to you, for behaving like an arse all day. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine, Tom. I’m sorry too, for not being honest with you earlier. I promise, no more hiding things.”
“And I promise to take things slow. I’m also out of practice doing that, so we can find our ideal speed together”, he said with a wink.
“I like the sound of that”, Hallie answered. “I guess for tonight we can start with something small. Like… one kiss?”
“Only one, Chef Harrison? It will have to be one hell of a kiss.”
“That’s up to you, Chef Hiddleston. Remember that I’m a silly sorority girl with only one boyfriend on my record who knows absolutely nothing about these things.”
Tom entwined one of his hands in Hallie’s hair, slowly stroking her cheek with his thumb. She smelled like red wine and powdered sugar.
“You keep getting it wrong, Chef Harrison. Wrong in two counts.” His breath ghosted on her cheek, and she shivered. “Number one, you’re not a silly girl. I don’t think you’ve ever been a silly girl.”
He pulled her even closer to him and brushed his lips with hers, slowly, giving her space to respond. And she did, leaning eagerly into him and into the caress of his mouth.
“And… and number two?” she said, feebly, once the kiss was over.
“Well… I think your count of boyfriends has gone up. By one.”
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Momma and Poppa,
Before we head off to sea for good I wanted to write to you one final time, to tell you again how very sorry I am for the way I left things and how much I love you all. I never meant to hurt any of you and I will write again once I reach America. I cannot wait to awaken at dawn to see the famed Statue of Liberty rising amidst the fog.
After leaving the continent where George and I spent the winter, we boarded the most majestic steamer in Southampton, not far from home in Henford; I stood aboard the deck with George looking out over the land, hoping that you could all feel the love that I sent through the hills. For now, we are stationed at our last port of call in Queensland, Ireland, where I send to you this final letter before we head across the Atlantic.
We have the most marvelous suite and even the journey from Southampton to Queensland has been wonderful. I never imagined that I could look or feel quite like this. Standing stop the grand staircase in the center of this magnificent ship, all I could think of was grandmother Adelia and how happy she would be if she could see me now.
We ate like royalty in the first class dining room, sampling one decadent dish after another amidst the elite of European and American society. George was such a hit with everyone we met and it was grand to see her amongst them all, dining with the men and women that she was raised to entertain. She promised me afterward that it was all quite exhausting but I thought it most exciting. Perhaps we will come to know some of them in America, as I have heard that society is much more forward thinking there.
For now we have a little under a week to enjoy all of the splendor and beauty that this great ship has to offer, only I’ll still be thinking of you all. Please look for the landing of the SS Titanic in the papers so that you know I have made it to my new home, in case I am unable to write immediately.
Your daughter,
Rosella
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Truth be told, Rosella no longer did very much work at Harrington Manor. She mostly spent her days helping Georgiana pick out her dresses, styling her hair, and keeping her company throughout the day. Sometimes they would walk the gardens or have tea in the solarium, but mostly they stayed in George’s room, trying on clothes and eating tea cookies.
As George rarely left the house, she had taken to wearing her finest evening gowns whenever she pleased, a lavish quirk that Rosella soon grew accustomed to. Ella barely even wore her maid’s uniform anymore. It was mostly a formality to arrive in it, but as soon as they were alone, George would help her dress in clothes as fine as her own.
Ornamented as though they were at a private ball all their own, they would spend their afternoons twirling around George’s chambers as the sun set around them.
One evening after changing between various gowns and winding up the gramophone, they were lounging on the couch, talking together in their corsets as their tea grew cold. Rosella was looking at George’s profile, seemingly listening as she told a story of her travels to the continent, but really just admiring her profile as she laughed, the setting sun casting a rosy glow on her face.
Suddenly, as though she hadn’t any care for propriety, Rosella reached over and pulled George’s face to her own. In the moment she hadn’t given it a single thought, but as Georgiana touched her cheek, Rosella realized that she had expected George to pull away or even worse, slap her in shock. Yet as Rosella interlaced her fingers with George’s, she realized that Lady Harrington was kissing her back with all the force she could have ever expected.
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As the days grew longer, the beaches more crowded, and the weather warmer, Rosella knew that it was almost over. Georgiana’s allotted time at the manor began soon, and in turn she would have to return as well. George had told her that she could remain as her ladies maid, but the prospect of returning to Henford and living as a servant, lying to to her family and the world, was impossible for Rosella to bear.
George had played this part all her life, and Rosella couldn’t possibly ask her to stay here. After all, her husband and her family all knew of the house’s location. Sooner or later, they would come for her, and the affair would end in disaster rather than in pained charades. So, stuck in an impossible situation, the women were lying together, silently lost in melancholy thought.
As George absentmindedly stroked Rose’s hair she looked down to see that Rosella was crying. “Rose,” George said, wiping a tear away from her cheek, “I’ve lived this way with Lord Harrington for almost a decade, running from one house to another, smiling on cue and living my true life in the shadows. I’m so very tired of pretending. I don’t want to go back. I love you; I don’t know if I can even bear to go back again.”
It was all Ella had been waiting to hear; she rolled over onto Georgiana, her eyes shining as she leaned in to kiss her.
“No, Rose, wait,” George said, gently pushing her away, “What do you know of America? I know I’m asking so much of you, but I can have Mrs. Peaton pack my belongings and book us tickets on the finest steamer. By the time Lord Harrington realizes that I’m not coming home, we’ll be halfway across the Atlantic. We won’t live the way we did in Henford, or even here, but I can sell my gems and we can find somewhere to stay without anyone else’s demands.”
As George continued to explain her plan Rosella fell back onto her shoulder, staring forward as reality overtook the dreams she had envisioned. She wanted to be with George, but who knew what kind of life actually awaited them in America. Surely it wouldn’t be as easy as George hoped and Lord Harrington would certainly send men after them. And then she would never see her parents or her siblings again….
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Lady Georgiana Harrington, at her 23rd birthday party in 1908.
Lady Georgiana was one of the premier beauties of England’s elite. All expected her to marry even higher than her station, but when she vanished at 15 rumors of her character emerged. Upon her return in 1904, she nonetheless found a suitable match in Lord Harrington, an eccentric but incredibly wealthy aristocratic. Despite the couple’s station, the two never entertain or answer dinner invitations. Lady Harrington’s intermittent disappearances only add to high society’s fascination with them.
Aspiration: Hidden
Traits: Snob, Romantic, Elegant, Art Lover
Talent and Weakness: Painting & Photography: Natural Born Visual Artist, Parenting: Slow Learning Parent
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Momma and Poppa,
I am so sorry to tell you this way, but I knew that if I returned home to see your faces I would never leave. You both know that I have always wanted more than our life on the farm and this is my opportunity. Lady Harrington is taking me to America so that we may begin a new life there.
Poppa, I know that you will be the one to receive this so please tell Virginia that I am sorry, as I know that this will make work difficult for her. And hug momma for me, as it is the last thing that I would liked to have done. She will struggle to hear these words, even from you, but tell her that I hold naught against her, even if she may believe that I do. May you and Isaiah continue to be the ones who are deserving of her and her unceasing kindness.
And please give darling Zelda every dress and belonging that I have left behind. I know that she is young, but she would have understood years ago; she is more than old enough to have the strength to face my departure now. Even still, she will always be in my heart, and I hope that through these gifts I can always remain in hers.
I am so sorry that I could not be the dutiful eldest daughter you all deserved, but this is my path. I wish all of you more love than I can ever express.
Your daughter,
Rosella
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Rosella arrived at the Harrington estate as usual, only today she was giddy and terrified. She had hated her maid’s uniform for as long as she could remember, but recently it had just become another part of her life; today, it felt as if she were covered head to toe in mud.
When she entered the solarium, her self-awareness only grew worse. Lady Harrington was sitting there in the finest dress she had ever seen, complete with the earring and hat combination that she had selected the day before.
“See, my dear?” she said as Rosella approached, “I told you they were a marvelous pairing. Sit, please. I have made us tea.”
Rosella did as she was told and soon, she forgot what she was wearing or who she even was. It was nothing but melodious laughter and the swirling sounds of lilted conversation, the sort that she had dreamed of her whole life.
In another world a clock chimed and Lady Harrington sighed, “Ah, unfortunately it appears it is time for us to begin the day. Would you like to join me here again tomorrow? I have had the most marvelous time.”
Rosella didn’t know how to answer but with a huge smile and a nod. She stood and slowly traversed the green house, futilely trying to acclimate herself to the day of hard work still in front of her.
“And one more thing!” Lady Harrington stopped her as she walked away, handing her the most marvelous earrings she had ever seen, “These will go wonderfully with your coloring. And please, call me George.”
For the rest of her day, all Rosella could think about was Lady Harrington’s hand on hers, the most frightening and exhilarating sensation she had ever felt.
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Rosella’s months in Tartosa had been the best in her life. She could care less that the house was drafty or that they wore their morning dresses, if anything at all, most of their days.
The winter chill was still in the air, and nearly every vacation home was still abandoned for the winter. Picnicking on the beaches or walking through the forests, it was as though George and Rosella had the entire world to themselves. So they lived freely, walking hand in hand or laying in each other’s arms without judgement.
There was nothing to do and nowhere to be, and they could do whatever they pleased with their days. George would often spend them painting, standing in the middle of the cottage greenhouse, only stopping painting to look over at Rosella as she napped in the sunshine.
On other days they just wandered about the cottage as if in a surrealistic daydream, unsure of what time it was or what day it could possibly be. Nothing seemed real and every concern about the future melted away in the sunshine pouring through the windows. They lounged in bed until noon and snacked on whatever was delivered from the village, fresh winter truffles or chocolate, goat cheese and wine.
The only thing that threatened to ruin it all was the knowledge that it all had to end. In a few weeks both of them would have to go back to a place where they had never felt at home, and return to a life where they could never live as they had here.
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Rosella and Georgiana had been traveling for almost a week. First by train, then by ship, and then back onto a train again. But when they finally arrived in Tartosa, it was as though the world had been repainted in a new color palette. Rosella had never seen the sky look so blue, nor the water look so crystalline. As they rode through hills and vineyards in a brand new motor car, Rosella looked out toward the horizon, her green eyes wide in wonderment.
When they finally arrived at George’s home, their valet parked the car behind the house, which looked out over a cliff to face the sea. While the driver unloaded their luggage, George grabbed Rosella’s hand and lead her around the greenhouse to the front door. With their backs facing the azure waters they looked up at the small cottage together.
“This? This is your house?” Rosella asked, a touch of disappointment in her voice.
“Yes,” George beamed, fully unaware of the trepidation in Rosella’s voice, “Do you like it? It was my family’s summer home many generations ago. When father died it was derelict and none of my brothers wanted it, so they let me have it. Kind of them, in light of all the other things they withheld from me.”
Rosella pondered for a moment, unwilling to voice her initial thoughts. It was so much older than she imagined it would be, and certainly more humble than the palatial estate that she had been dreaming of. Yet it was still so charming, like something out of a romance novel, and there was more love and comfort in George’s eyes than she had ever seen.
“Yes,” Rosella finally responded, smiling up at George, “I love it.”
“Marvelous!” George said, bending down to kiss her, “Come inside, let me give you the grand tour. The valet will be around with our luggage shortly and then we can wander the beaches together for however long we please.”
As the front door closed behind them, George grabbed Rosella’s hand. It was as though they had been transported into a daydream, somewhere the real world could not touch them and the confines of reality had ceased to exist. For this small moment in time, the world was theirs, and they could be exactly the people that they had always wanted to be.
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