Delia is the daughter of a Lord- or, rather, an ex-Lord. Unable to bear living with a traitor of England, Delia and her companion, Andrea, go to England seeking work.
Lord Percy is a spy for England. He and his partner, Lord Frederick, are in need...
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Delia "Yes, he did, but I am loyal to the crown of England. I have run away from him and I have no intention of ever returning," I say, trying to keep annoyance from creeping into my voice. One of Per- er, Lord Percy's bosses is interrogating me. Finally, he gives me a quick nod of his head. "Thank you for your patience, Delia. I will leave the explanation of your first mission to Lord Percy," the man says before leaving and gesturing for me to follow him. I quickly do so and am lead into the main room of the house where Frederick is engaged in a conversation with Andrea. I lift an eyebrow as she blushes. I then notice Lord Percy leaning against the wall, eyes shut. I do believe that he has fallen asleep! I notice that the boss has left all of us alone, so I creep forward and lean in to whisper in his ear. "For a spy, you sure were easy to sneak up on," I whisper. Lord Percy startles and grabs my arm before realizing that it is me and relaxing. "Dear God, woman. Be careful!" Lord Percy exclaims. I control my laughter and my expression turns serious. "Of course. I am sorry, Lord Percy," I say softly. His face scrunches up in distaste. "Please, call me Percy," he says pleadingly. I nod in acceptance and we turn to Frederick and Andrea. "Frederick. Miss Andrea. We have important business to discuss. Our first mission will be a simple one, we shall attend Lord Sherman's ball to gather intel. You ladies shall accompany us. When Frederick or I bring up the topic of Great Danes. They are a-" Percy says, and I cut him off. "Breed of dogs. We're women, not imbeciles," I mutter darkly. Percy laughs and sits down on a chair, leaning forward and bracing his forearms on his knees. "You are far more enjoyable than the other women that I know. As I was saying, when we talk about the Great Danes, you will leave us. Unfortunately, they will become suspicious if you are with us the whole time. We will seek you out later. If you have important information for us, take out the pocket mirrors that we will give you and drop them. The ball will be tomorrow night, so you will now be fitted for your gowns," Percy says before standing up and leading us to a room where the seamstresses are waiting for us. After what seems like hours of fitting, the dresses are finished. Percy and Frederick had apparently picked the right 'sized' girls for the job, because we were already very close fits for two ball gowns that the seamstresses had already made. My dress is silver in color. It is simple and has modest hips. I don't like the lace at the end of the sleeves, but other than that it is a lovely gown. Andrea is wearing a similar gown, but it is light pink and the bodice is lined in light purple. As we admire the dresses in the two mirrors, Percy and Freddie walk in. "Good, they are finished. Take these nightgowns and change into them. We must retire early tonight because we will need all the rest we can get for tomorrow," Percy says, thrusting two folded nightgowns toward me. I accept them and the boys leave. "Okay, Andrea, lets change and get some rest."
