Dandy, Rich and Reckless.
J. Wintour is everyone's cup of tea.
Despite all the worldly pleasure, the pile of cash, champagne and diamonds, something is still missing.
There's more to fame and affluence.
"An Eccleston huh. Look, everyone knows y...
"M-mum! I thought you said you'd wait for my call and it'll be dinner??"
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Elizabeth Wintour didn't even listen to my complaint and boldly stepped inside my territory in a sunny Saturday morning.
She looked around the foyer, seemed like expecting for someone to suddenly pop out of nowhere.
She whirled and narrowed her eyes on me.
"Why so worried. I just want to surprise you, that's all. Besides..."
She walked and looked around.
"Why prolong my curiosity. I want to meet her now."
In a quite uneasy way, I automatically glanced at the grand stairs of my manor and prayed badly that Martina won't come down yet.
"Your silence only stirs my interest Louise. Why not settle breakfast for us at one of your fancy receiving rooms as I get to know this lady you have been keeping in your territory for weeks now."
She didn't even wait for me to respond and walked her way on the grand stairs. I quickly followed her after notifying a butler to settle breakfast to a certain guest room. I trailed my mother like a troubled school boy.
I'm worried that she might scare and intimidate Martina. This encounter might cause her to flee or suddenly make decisions that could impede my good plans for her.
To my dismay, Martina, just on time stepped out of her room, across to mine's which was located in another hallway, instantly catching my mother's attention, slowly, Elizabeth Wintour made a few steps backwards upon noticing her.
Martina was nothing but...starstruck? The way she eyed my mother didn't indicate fear but admiration. She blushed so badly and even curtsied which was seriously unnecessary.
At the very manner she projected, my mother displayed an interesting expression.
Speculating eyes with an amicable half smile.
"Should you send a servant to bring us coffee to the guest room, Louise?"
She delivered, yet her eyes remained on my adopted baby girl.
No words came out from me. I didn't know how we ended at the said room and how my mother persuaded me to leave them both alone for a while.