Jennifer Miller
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"You see, I've been put in charge of the attire for the upcoming event," she explained, her eyes never leaving Zafron's face. She moved across the room with fluid grace, her fingers trailing along the back of a chaise lounge. "The tailor has delivered all the women's outfits to my wardrobe. It's quite a task to sort through them all." 'Is that why I'm here? To help sort clothes?' Zafron wondered. She paused, gauging Zafron's reaction. A small smile played on her lips as she continued, "But that's not…-
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As the carriage came to a stop, Zafron's eyes widened at the sight before him. The mansion that loomed ahead was not quite as grand as the Blackthorn estate, but it was impressive nonetheless. Its imposing facade spoke of wealth and power, with intricate stonework and large, gleaming windows. Cordelia descended from the carriage with practiced grace, Zafron following behind, his mouth slightly agape. "Madam Cordelia," he ventured, "is this truly your mansion?" She turned to him with a coy smile.…
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Inside the bedroom of the Blackthorns, Lord Blackthorn stood by the full-length mirror, casually removing his coat. His eyes were fixed on a piece of paper - some sort of agreement - as he whistled a jaunty tune. His fingers moved to his tie, loosening it with practiced ease. Matilda sat perched on the edge of their ornate bed, her posture rigid with tension. She cleared her throat softly before speaking, her voice carefully modulated to hide her anxiety. "How was your journey, my lord?" she asked, a…
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The mansion was in an uproar. Servants rushed back and forth, their faces a mix of excitement and trepidation. Zafron found himself caught in the middle of it all, feeling lost and out of place. 'What am I supposed to do?' he wondered, his eyes darting from one frantic face to another. 'Everyone's acting like a lion's been let loose in the mansion. It was never like this with the mistress.' He watched as Mara, usually so composed, practically flew past him, joining a group of maids who seemed both…
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Matilda rose from her chair, smoothing down her dress. "If you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for Lord Blackthorn's arrival. There's so much to be done." Gwendolyn nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Of course, dear. Don't let me keep you." As they stepped out into the long passage, Cordelia suddenly appeared, slightly out of breath and clutching her bag tightly. Her words tumbled out in a rush. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Matilda! The traffic was absolutely dreadful, and then I couldn't…
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Matilda set her glass down with a bit more force than necessary. "I assure you, I'm not. Now, let's discuss the menu. I was thinking of incorporating some exotic dishes this year. Perhaps something from the southern isles?" "Oh, how daring," Gwendolyn replied, her tone a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "But are you sure the other ladies will appreciate such... foreign flavors?" "That's precisely the point," Matilda said, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's time we broadened our horizons a bit,…
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Matilda's eyes flicked briefly towards the door as it closed behind Zafron. She turned back to Gwendolyn, her expression carefully neutral. "Long face? I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Matilda replied, her tone light but clipped. She reached for a nearby decanter, pouring herself a generous glass of wine. "Now, weren't we discussing the upcoming solstice celebration? I recall you mentioning something about the decorations." Gwendolyn's eyebrow arched slightly at the obvious deflection, but she…
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Zafron was lying on his bed, deep in slumber, when Mara suddenly appeared beside him. With a mischievous tap on his lap and a cat grin, she jolted him awake, he must have dozed off without realising. Zafron's eyes flew open, his heart racing as he jolted upright. "Mara?" he gasped, his voice a mix of shock and awe. "How in the world did you manage to get in here undetected?" Mara's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, Zafron," she said, her voice a blend of playfulness and mystery, "a lady never…
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Zafron and Matilda strolled side by side, their footsteps crunching softly on the gravel path leading from the garden to the mansion. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns, and a gentle breeze carried the lingering scent of flowers. Zafron's mind was still reeling from their earlier conversation. He couldn't help stealing glances at Matilda, admiring the soft curve of her lips as she smiled, lost in her own thoughts. 'Damn she's just adorable,' he mused internally.…
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Zafron, sensing her discomfort, gently steered the conversation to safer ground. "The gardens are particularly beautiful this time of year, my lady. You seem to be lover of flowers. Perhaps you could tell me about some of your favorite flowers?" "Of course," lady Matilda said, a smile lighting her face. As they continued their stroll, Lady Matilda's demeanor brightened as she began to discuss the flora surrounding them. "Ah, see these irises?" she said, gesturing to a patch of purple blooms.…
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