Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
"Okay is this dress supposed to push my boobs out like this?" Quinn exclaimed more loudly than she had intended to, pointing at the offending display, Amaya laughed she couldn't stop herself.
"What, I mean it, this is crazy, who I am supposed to be Moll Flanders."
"No, you Quinn are the mysterious widowed Countess de Diois." Ray read out from his book. " Born and raised in America one of the rich New England brats, your beauty captivated an old French count named...Hmm... let's say, Philippe. "
"Brilliant I had to have an old wrinkly sharing my bed." Quinn almost wrenched in disgust. " So I have a young hot lover right? " She pleaded with him.
"Sara said no," Amaya said as she put the finishing touches on her own less impressive dress. "I get to be the servant." She pouted.
"A lot of rich women had affairs with their servants. " Quinn winked flirtatiously at her make her roll her eyes.
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"Keep your hands to yourself."
" No sexual harassment laws in 1812 Amaya. " The dark blue-eyed woman smiled.
"Mick was right you are going to be trouble."
Quinn threw her head back and laughed. You really have no idea.
"So Ray how gross is this Lord Northcote?" Please don't let him be too gross.
" I can show you. " Ray pulled up his computer typed in the name of the Lord Northcote he needed and turned the screen towards Quinn and Amaya.
"Okay, Amaya you judge I'm super duper mega gay so I can't tell." She shrugged exaggerating her movements for dramatic effect, the other woman bent forward to look more closely at the screen.
"He is okay, not really handsome but not ugly." She finally declared.
" My mark is not handsome and not ugly, this is the best I could hope for, let's hope his breath is good. "
"Oh yes, Sara said she wanted to talk to you before we left." Ray clicked his fingers together having just remembered the message.
Crap.
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Sara congratulated herself on her choice of costume, wearing the pants had been an excellent choice, those dresses looked like a nightmare.
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