Heavy knocking broke the fragile silence. Fraught with entangled emotions, until she infinitesimally raised a plucked brow at my hesitation, I did not move to answer the door. When I did so, Mr. Steedstiff was waiting in the passageway. I nodded, waiting for Miss Frothinglips to bade him enter. Evidently he was expected. “Sebastian, please come in.” I stood aside and began to close the door. “Ruby? Where are you going? I did not dismiss you.” Confused, I stepped back inside her room watching as Mr. Steedstiff—Sebastian—hugged and kissed her with evident passion. His hands gripped her bottom.
Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.
The web of intimate relations is getting more and more entwined …
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Yes, Ruby keeps stirring the pot… so to speak. I am very curious as to where it will all end up.
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considering the start of the chronicles not too good for his Lordship …
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Very true, but it’s the process of slow faltering that mimics aging driving the story.
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