As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Okay, fine, maybe I update one more time.
And maybe this chapter will hurt people.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
"I think it looks nice so far."
Alfie nodded. "Yeah?"
"Yes." Kizzie rubbed her fingers against one of the black candelabras on the desk in the room overlooking Margate. "It's very you."
Stuffed creatures with beady black eyes peered down at her. Along with glittering candles. Alfie always had a peculiar, distinct style.
"But not so much you yet."
She shrugged. "I don't know what I want here. All I have are my paintings, but they're not really me."
"Mm." Alfie sat himself on the sofa facing the ocean. A balcony stood before him. The breeze and smell of the sea was a welcome. "Start simple then. Is there anything you don't like?"
"About here or in general?" Kizzie smiled and sat across from him. She sank into the soft material. Her feet dangled slightly off the ground.
"Either."
Kizzie looked around again. Squinted her eyes to better see the knicknacks Alfie acquired. All the bizarre imagery. "Could use some more light."
"Okay."
"And...maybe flowers. Yellow ones."
Alfie nodded and kept a mental checklist.
She pointed to the balcony. "Curtains?"
"What kind?"
"White ones. Lace... Reminds me of Small Heath."
Approaching heels had Alfie turning. One of his maids curtsied and folded her hands behind her back.
"Sir, your lawyer is here."
"Bring him in."
Kizzie's spine tingled in excitement. This was it.
"Ready?"
Kizzie nodded. "Yes."
♡ ̆̈
"As part of the marriage process, I pulled up both your legal histories. Standard procedure. And...I found something that may delay the marriage certificate, sir."
"Delay?"
"Ms. Shelby, are you aware of the deputyship that Mr. Thomas Shelby has in place over you?"
Embarrassment, but also anger, tinged her skin. "What is that?"
Beside her, Alfie cursed under his breath. "Bullshit is what it is."
