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Chapter 34.1

Octavia The Silk performer

I nearly died as I came to the last page of his journal.

There's no way this had to be it!

Just as I was about to tossing books out of the shelves, I spotted another book with the date 1833. This one was sitting along the walls on the room, its cover dyed in a deep emerald color.

One look at her warm whiskey eyes and I was her captive like a spider in her web. This woman who almost looked like my Mary went by the name Octavia The Silk performer. A beautiful tall woman with dark raven hair and pale skin.

This was the next book. I sighed in relief. By the fuck, do I even have enough energy to read through another novel? I had to skip a good amount of pages in the last two, I don't know if I could read this one in its entirety.

As my eyes became sore from reading against the dim light, I pushed on to continue reading more about Arthur. Even if I couldn't help but skip a few parts of his journal, I was determined to know at least a bit more about his past. This now being about his next lover Octavia.

"Hey, she kind of looks like Mary doesn't she?" William said bluntly with a stupid smile on his face. "There's a showing tonight in Waterloo. Do you want to go?"

I just couldn't keep my eyes off her picture on the poster.

Same eyes, same smile. The only difference was that her bare legs were longer and she had a huge scar on her nearly exposed chest.

It's not Mary I told myself. It's just not possible... but what if it could be?

What if what I saw, wasn't real? What if she did leave me at the alter and my years of grief was just denial?

"Have I gone mad?" I muttered to myself.

"Hey!" William patted my back. "Maybe instead of the circus, we can go drinking with my Sweetheart! Or better yet, we could—."

"Let's go to the circus." I said. "It's sounds... fun."

"Fun???" William chortles. "That's a first! I mean sure, yeah, if you want to go then I don't see the harm in that. Should we invite My Sweets? I'm thinking we can..."

I could give two fucks if he wanted to bring my older brother into this.

I wasn't going to the circus for the sake of entertainment. I needed to know if this was Mary. My Mary.

... Please, if there was a damn god, please let it be my Mary.

... please let it be that she got cold feet and ran away.

It said that while she didn't look much like his first love, something about her voice, eyes and smile reminded him of her. Mary was never athletic and certainly didn't have the muscle like Octavia during her performance; but he was so convinced that it could be her, he snuck into her tent to confront her face to face.

She nearly let out a scream as she found me standing in front of her vanity. While my sudden presence had completely caught her off guard, she didn't seem afraid of me for a second.

"What the— What are you doing in here?! How did you get past Georgie?"

Georgie? I stifled a chuckle. What a name for a bodyguard.

Like Mary, her hand was clutched over her chest, asking me again what I was doing in her tent.

"I'm sorry." I hold out my hands to calm her down. "I don't mean to frighten you Miss."