My First Ever Drabble Series {Requests OPEN}

Part Three: A Woman's Wit Saves The Day

Part Three: A Woman's Wit Saves The Day

~Dahlia's P.O.V.~

     "I am sorry but I will have to decline your offer. Dr. McMicheal has already asked me to the ball, Sir Thomas. I believe we have spoken about about this. You're lucky I am even speaking to you at all after that little fiasco two months ago." He pulled his gold rimmed sunglasses down slightly, giving me an annoyed look.

      "Lady Dahlia, my fair, sweet flower. Please refrain from bringing up the past. It is dreadful for your health. That aside, how on earth could you accept an invitation from such a drab and dull man. I mean just look at his choice of profession. He watches people die almost everyday! The man hardly has any social skills left in him. Is there any way you could reconsider for your childhood sweetheart?" His expression had changed to those damned puppy eyes. I was not sueded in the least.

    "Sir Thomas, you know we have grown apart since then. You have Lady Lucile. Take her to the ball." That is when he got desperate. "She means nothing to me, I swear it!" And instantly ate his words.

     "Is that how you really feel, Thomas? Like all we have been through is just a farse...a facade?" Sir Thomas spun around, facing a furious Lady Lucile. "Lucile, no! I-" "Fine then, you rotten twit! I want nothing more to do with you!" Just as she turned to walk away, I said,

     "Lucile, he didn't mean you, darling." She stopped. " Well, what did he mean then? I am not deaf, you know. I see no other meaning." I smirked. "He was talking about the day you and I caught Lady Eunice clinging to him. He was merely trying to prove to me that he still loves you dearly because I brought the subject up."

    She turned, giving Sir Thomas a skeptical look. "You have been...very apologetic lately. I suppose...I could forgive you once more. However, this is LAST time, Sharpe so watch yourself." He smiled and wrapped her in his arms.

I knew my work was done so I went on my way to find Dr. McMicheal. "I hope to see you at the ball, Dahlia!" Lucile called. I waved absentmindedly, lost in my thoughts. I wasn't going to the doctor to inquire about the ball. It was not my intention to lie but, I was actually going to see him because I was two months pregnant. "Yes...watch yourself indeed, Sir Thomas Sharpe. For when I birth this child, our child...it is going to take a lot more than a woman's wit to save you."