𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 difference between a sin and a clandestine longing? A yearning that pulses silently beneath the surface, sheltered away from a place where love is tightly defined and drawn by ancient hands. Can a heart so full and so p...
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୨⎯ ༻♛༺ ⎯୧
DEAREST GENTLE READER, please do not confuse the insight I am to announce briefly as the official return of my edged teeth. I am simply passing through, wanting to shamefully admit that perhaps I have been too custodial in the tales of an old Mayfair, of the roaming families that once blessed the grounds upon I shall and do walk. The scandals and the mishaps amongst the ones that still do scrape their names onto the invitation lists have overcome my quill and I have forgotten to alude to those who fled the margins of our hierarchical society but are yet to be disregarded. You might know where my direction is headed, but if you don't, then you ought to heed the words susurrated around you more closely.
It is no secret that Mayfair is currently in bewilderment at the return of two of the infamous DeLuca siblings, especially after a whole year without word on their bearings. Now you might wonder what it is outside our barriers that calls so deeply on those concealed travelers amongst our people, but it has reached my eloquent ears that the causes for the perpetual travel of Mr. Peppo DeLuca and his young sister Miss Siena DeLuca are way beyond an act of mere leisure.
It is inevitable to question what is missed, and the arrival of the siblings has also aroused deep intrigue regarding the whereabouts of the Earl DeLuca, father to all seven children of which only six remain home. So, as I return to the shadows, I leave you with a inquiry. Might this be the division of a prestigious family we've yet to unravel? Or might it be merely a deal of spoken utterances with no pillars to support it, whatsoever? I shall leave that to your sinless judgement, for this writer trusts that even in her absence, answers shall arise...
Siena can no longer read the paper grasped between her fingers, her hands quickly putting it down as she stares up ahead with slightly widened eyes. How the news had reached the enigma that is Lady Whistledown is beyond her, then again, she wouldn't ponder over it too much or lose her breath to it. A mere year away from Mayfair had not and will not ever be enough to forget of the places held in the pyramid of power in the district, where Lady Whistledown might perhaps overcome the very same Queen Charlotte with all the jurisdiction she holds with all the gossip she incredibly manages to absorb.
Despite her appearance happening in her absence, Siena is not ready to end her quest in the discovery of the face behind the yellowing pages. Being spoken about on those elegant letters just ignites her desire to unmask the evil and slippery lass hiding behind the quill. But perhaps now is not the moment to dwell, for her simple oversight had given her great dog enough time to sink his sharp Dane teeth into one of her dresses' fabrics and flee out of her chambers with it in his possession. Her hands are immediate when dropping the pamphlet, and her eyes almost pop out of her sockets at the notice.
"Sailor! Sailor! Come back here, you varlet!" She screams, grabbing the skirt of her long, baby blue gown and sprinting right after the ginormous canine.
