The Eyes Of 'Rah

Seduction in the Carriage

"You've been grinning from one ear to the other since you came back a few nights ago"

Diane knew her mother was making reference to the night of the party and she was right. She had felt lighter, little things pleased her more these days, since her encounter with Francis.

She had refused to give up on her love for Francis, despite knowing he could find his mate one day, she refused to use that as an excuse to explore her feelings for him. There was no way she would allow the existence of a mate - even if it was something significant to a werewolf - stop her from expressing her love for Francis. Her emotion run deep than just a surface or short term feeling, she had loved him since the first time she laid her eyes on him. Therefore, she would attempt to fight for her love instead of giving up, just because of the thought of Francis having a mate.

Her resolution had motivated her that night to trick Francis, even if he had politely declined her confession, she won't allow that deter her in at least stealing a kiss from him. She would've hesitated if she didn't know how Francis visit the brothels or how popular he was among the females although not as frequent nor popular as her twin. At least, he was not a full gentleman who was keeping himself pure and waiting for his mate.

With the intention to test if Francis would find her desirable as he did with other women, she chose a two piece evening gown. A skirt in the shape of a ball gown with a separate blouse, easy to come out of, parking an extra blouse with a modest design unlike the one she was currently putting on which had a deeper cut at the neckline.

It was the right choice of cloth for seduction, facing the vanity mirror to admire her cloth, including the hair style she specifically told her maid to style, leaving no strand on or around her shoulder. She wanted Francis to see her bare shoulder and ample amount of her breast as clear as crystal.

If she wanted to be as less suspicious as possible from her mother's eagle eyes, she must not take any additional item except her reticle. With that in mind, she wore the fully covered blouse on the seductive one. Shivering from the chilled weather which reminded her to take her shawl, she gently walked over to her carriage with only the coachman and her maid to accompany her.

She was glad for Daniel's impatience and her creative attempt at delaying, leaving her and her maid the only occupant in the carriage.

Knowing the route Francis' carriage would be passing, courtesy of her brother's loud mouth aided her plan, Diane instructed her coachman to pass that particular road, with the excuse of picking Seraphine on the way.

"I'll be joining Francis' carriage later on our way" she informed her maid, "you need not bother to come out when I do. I'll meet you at the party" she declared.

"Understood"

Humming along as she plastered her face by the window, listening for Francis' heart.

"What are you doing all alone in the dark" Francis came down to assist her in his carriage, few minutes after her carriage had gone out of sight. She hard spotted his carriage far away and had come down from hers.

Ever since the ambush, he had been careful and hardly stop on the way, he had only made an exception when he recognised her voice after she called him.

"The carriage broke down not far from here so, I instructed them to push it home"

"Where is your maid?" Francis asked in disbelief

"Assisting the coachman of course" adjusting her gown to enable her sit comfortably.

"What about Daniel? You walked alone with no chaperone?"

Diane grinned, "you know I'll be safer alone than being chaperoned by Daniel"

"It's not funny, you know, having a company is better than walking in the dark, besides, you could've told your maid to stay till you get a ride" he chided her.

Tired of being scolded like a child, Diane wanted to render him speechless on time, she decided to commence on her seductive act. Without responding, she untied the rope which held her upper blouse together while looking at Francis who was still waiting for her to reply him.

Glad that the back of the blouse was designed for easy removal, all she needed to do was pull one end of the rope and it will open. Diane took off her shawl, "it's really isn't funny, I agree" she nodded in a low tone.

Francis was about to ask was she meant when Diane dropped the blouse. His mouth became loose, he had always seen a similar outfit from his favourite companion at the brothel but never had he seen this particular design.

"Holy Luna, mother of the moon!" Francis exclaimed, the sound of the fur ball he was holding thuded on the floor.

His mind was still hazy when he felt the collar of his coat being pulled.

Grabbing the opportunity of Francis' disoriented state, Diane slammed her mouth with his.

"Have even been listening to me at all?" Her mother's voice penetrated into her thoughts.

"Ouch!" Diane cried out when she felt a light pinch on her shoulder. She scowled at her mother for interrupting her daydream, just when she was relieving the memory of her bold move in the carriage, as she had done countless time since that night.

"I wanted to be sure you can still display other expression aside from the moony look you've been showing off in the past three days"

"I don't know what you're talking about" she stuttered, shaking her head as she dusted off imaginary dirt from the her cloth. An action which reminded her of when Francis finally entered the hall that night, he had been so startled and in dazed that he kept fumbling with his clothes.

The corner of her lips must have tugged up again because her she heard her mother muttered, "here we go again",  playfully tapping her cheeks, "thinking about the other gender?" She teased, "Francis perhaps?"

Diane quickly glanced at her mother, who gave her a dismissal look, "common, everyone knows you have a special affection for him" Lady Jasmine sipped her drink, "except your clueless brother of course"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Diane repeated as she  rushed out of the room, not comfortable to speak about her night of adventure yet, especially with her mother.

"Shouldn't you be discouraging her in pouring her heart out to someone whose life partner could appear anytime, making Francis forget whatever affection he had for her?" Eric Manchester walked up to his wife, hugging her from behind.

Lady Jasmine turned to face her husband, "you know our daughter does the exact opposite of what you tell her not to do. The best way of dissuading her is not to be against her"

Sighing, "I hope she'll not be too heartbroken when his mate finally show up" hugging his wife tighter.

Jasmine also sighed, her heart tightened, feeling pity for her daughter who seemed to be filling water into a basket with many holes, "Trust me, some times, getting one's heart broken by the wrong person sometimes open our eyes to better options" she rubbed her husband's back, "besides, our daughter is stronger than you think, she'll Survive." Lady Jasmine patted her husband's back.