My Storm And My Silence:East India Empire #1

Eyes on her and me

What in the name of all things rich and glorious!?

You mean you? In your name?

Correct, but what is he doing here?
I clearly remember him never attending balls.

As soon as he entered his eyes swept around the crowd intensely, until his eyes met Lady Metcalf, who stood on the outside of the crowd gaping up at him.

He walked over to her with the woman entwined to his arm.

He gave a sharp, swift bow.

"Please forgive this intrusion, My Lady. I changed my mind about not accepting your most recent invitation. I hope I'm not too late and the ball has already started?"

The floor was full of frozen dancers around him, making it obvious that the ball has indeed already began.

Also keeping in mind of how ill-mannered he was to interrupt, Lady Metcalf continued to stare until she finally found her voice again.

She cleared her throat and closed and opened her eyes.

"N-no, of course not, Mr. Ambrose."

Hmph!

Oh really, if it was a middle class couple she would've ran them out with dogs on their heels.

I would never disturb a ball, I always showed up on time and that is one of the reasons why I will always have the upper hand in London.

Not so much as in the colonies, heh?

Shut up!

The harpy smiled and spoke again.

"Of course we haven't started yet, Mr. Ambrose. You've come just at the right time. May I introduce you to my family?"

"You may," he granted freely.

The young woman beside him smiled graciously up at him, flashing her perfect white teeth.

He only nodded.

I began to feel my hand being squeezed, deeply cutting off circulation between my hands and arms. I remembered that Miss Linton was holding my hand.

Before she could squeeze any harder I spoke.

"Um, Miss Linton? My hand, if you please?"

She blinked surprisingly at her hand and looked up at me. She snatched back quickly as if touching a hot iron.

"Oh, excuse me!"

"No matter," I spoke before directing my attention back on my competition.

I stared daggers at Mr Ambrose until his eyes met mine with the same intensity.

His eyes looked as if they spoke.

I know what you did.

I advanced towards him menacingly and he walked cool and quickly towards me.

No one but us knew why we were here.

But could he really know what's happened...?

Finally, we stood facing one another. We then both bowed barely an inch at the same instance.

"Lord Dalgliesh," Mr Ambrose said.

I knew he hated to be reminded of his family inheritance especially by name.