The Boring Life of High Society {Jacob Frye x Reader}

Chapter 7

      "Jacob," Evie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose while standing in front of her brother, "She's engaged."

      "You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Jacob replied nonchalantly as he sat on the couch and ate a Chelsea bun without a care in the world. Agnes sat at her little desk to do work while listening to the conversation as Henry leaned against the wall. Evie looked up at him with a look of disbelief.

      "It is a bad thing, Jacob." She exclaimed, "You're going after a woman who is already spoken for."

      "Did you not just agree that I should go after her literally two minutes ago?" Jacob retorted with his brows furrowed together.

      "That was before you said that she had a fiancé," Evie said as Jacob rolled his eyes while slumping back against the couch.

      "Does that really matter if she's interested as well?" Jacob asked with a frown.

      "Yes, it does, Jacob," Evie stated, "Remember what father used to say to us? 'Don't allow personal feelings--'."

      Jacob cut her off with a scoff, " '-- to compromise the mission'. That's like the kettle calling the pot 'black'." He said while glancing at Henry, making Evie blush in both embarrassment and annoyance, "And for once, can you not mention that man for every situation I get myself in?"

      "You know I'm right though, Jacob." Evie retorted, "We didn't come to London to sit back and socialize. We came to London to--"

      "Liberate the people." Jacob cut in, making her give him a deadpan expression.

      "And find the Pieces of Eden." She added as Jacob waved her off with a click of his tongue, "Besides, even if she were interested, she wouldn't be engaged."

      "Well you see, sister dearest, she doesn't have much of a choice because it's an arranged marriage." Jacob retorted with a frown at his sister, making the oldest twin's face soften a bit.

      "It is?" She asked as Jacob nodded like it was a known fact.

      "Um yes." He said while giving her a look before sighing and slumping back against the couch some more, "Besides, I highly doubt she's interested in a man like me. Look at me! I've only met her twice and I already know her like I've known her for years. She's smart, sweet, kind, humorous. She probably only got me that very gracious present out of her own kindness with so much money to spend like it's nothing." He said with a sigh.

      "Is she cute?" Evie asked while sitting next to her brother. He frowned more.

      "I don't know."

      "What do you mean 'you don't know'?" Evie asked as Jacob looked at her with a frown.

      "I mean I don't know if she is. I've never seen her face." He said as all three of the companions in the cart looked at him in confusion. "She always has her face covered with this veil hat that she wears and the lace of it is so thick. She said that it's a family tradition for the girls to keep their face hidden from the public until she's married. The only people who are allowed to see it are her betrothed and family."

      "Oh," Evie said, "That is... That is a very backwards tradition."

      "That's what I thought!" Jacob exclaimed, "But, the one night I saved her, her hat fell off but she covered her face with her hands. I got a glimpse of what color her eyes are though," Jacob said with a soft smile, "They're the prettiest shade of (e/c). So from what I can only imagine, she must be very beautiful." Jacob said with a dreamy sigh and dopey smile before it disappeared, "I honestly envy the bloke who is getting married to her and gets to see her face." Jacob had a pout on his lips as Evie sighed softly, patting his shoulder comfortingly.