there's nothing the ton would love other than a scandal! be it a lingering touch or worse, a kiss! this author feels the need to remind the reader to think before one acts, for one wrong move and your reputation plummets to the ground. desires are h...
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Lady Whistledown's Society Papers
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Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader, this author finds herself compelled to share the most of curious news. It seems our diamond requires a closer inspection
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"Have you ever pondered how many children you wish to have?" Aaliyah inquired of her visitor, casually sipping her tea. "Indeed, I've always envisioned a bustling brood of 13 little ones, frolicking across the estate my future wife and I will call home."
Henry, lounging on the chaise with a book, nearly choked on his tea at the caller's response. "And what of you, Miss Williams? Have you contemplated the size of your future family?" Irritation simmered in her gut, but she fought to maintain her composure.
"I must admit, the thought hasn't crossed my mind, my lord. However, I understand you've already sired 10 children, all left to their own devices, perhaps?" She smirked, appraising the caller with a glance before taking another sip of her tea, causing the man to shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"So, if you wet your wick three times more, you'll achieve your desired tally," she remarked with a smile, while he seethed with indignation. "Would you care for a biscuit?" she offered innocently, as the man hastily excused himself from the drawing room, thoroughly flustered.
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Though we cannot say the same to Miss Aaliyah Williams. The Williams estate had callers lining up out 'till coachmen yell at the men for blocking the road! Are you sure you picked the right diamond, your Majesty?
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The caller finally concluded his so-called song to the blonde young lady, who was on the verge of nodding off, were it not for her brother Mark Anthony's timely elbow. They all hesitantly applauded the gentleman.
"That was a... unique song, my Lord," Aaliyah managed, desperately searching for a compliment, donning the most artificial smile she had ever worn in her twenty-four years. "It was lovely to meet you, Lord Monsanto. And to all of you, gentlemen, thank you for your calls," Eleanor said, smiling as the suitors slowly made their exit from the drawing room.
"That was quite painful to watch," Alexander remarked from the couch, nibbling on one of the biscuits prepared by the cook. "Definitely," Aaliyah agreed, removing the pins from her tied-up hair and letting it cascade down, running her fingers through it.
