Sarah Thompson
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125 To kill the butler (3) “Don’t slouch, Heather. Your mother has spent too much money on tutors for you to not have learned anything. Sit up.” Heather shifted in her seat to do as Priscilla wanted. She did not have to go through this with her own mother. ‘Why did she call for me?’ she wondered. The day had been peaceful until Priscilla sent a letter requesting her presence. Priscilla sat on the balcony of her home looking out at the view. “White town might be boring but it certainly…
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124 To kill the butler (2) “Edgar, I’m truly afraid that you might one day try killing me with your little pranks too. If anything happens to Alfred’s poor heart, remember that this was your idea and I will throw you under the carriage for pulling me into it. I hope we are our bad actors and Alfred sees through your ploy,” she sighed. This had a bad idea written all over it. “Where’s the fun in that? Do not kill my fun, Alessandra. I’ve gone along willingly with what you wanted to do…
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123 To kill the butler (1) “Alfred, what the hell was that? Are you determined to make Alessandra think I invite all sorts of women into my home? Do not play the petty game with me. I will throw paint across the floors for what you have done,” Edgar leaned up against a door post in the kitchen with his arms folded. “I do not know what you are speaking of. If you and the Duchess are going to engage in any sexual activity, the two of you should go to the privacy of your bedroom. You wouldn’t…
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122 Family (3) “It seems the carriage is finally leaving.” “Good,” Alfred replied as he looked out to the gates from a window. “How dare someone like that come here and yell for us to open our gates?” “Alfred,” Edgar’s voice was heard. “What are you looking at? Have they not cleaned the window to your standard?” Alfred turned his attention from the gates to Edgar and Alessandra. They stood without paint on their faces but their clothes were still decorated with it. Their…
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121 Family (2) “Is this really where that girl is living?” Clark looked around at the property someone directed him to as Duke Edgar Collin’s estate. He could not believe Alessandra with her ruined face had gotten married and lived in a place like this. Talk of Desmond’s older daughter marrying a Duke reached him last night so he traveled to have a conversation with his niece. Clark practically saw dollar signs as he looked at the large house in the distance and the garden decorations. It…
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120 Family (1) “Mother, you are going to pass out when I tell you this news. Simon wants to court me,” Kate jumped up and down excitedly. She had been keeping in her excitement until the moment he left. “Well done Kate,” Katrina applauded her daughter. It was wonderful for Kate to catch a man like Simon. He was rich and had good connections. “You are going to need new clothes if you are going to be around a man like Simon,” she thought about the clothes Kate had been sorting out. Katrina…
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119 Fun (3) “What? I don’t think- I don’t. Wait a moment,” Alessandra paused to clear her thoughts. “Ow!” She touched her forehead after Edgar flicked it with his finger. “What naughty thing are you thinking of? I was suggesting we go down to the creek and wash off the paint but please indulge me with what you were thinking. I wish to know what scenarios you thought of and if I can make them come true. Go on,” Edgar urged her to tell the truth. He wanted to hear in detail what came to…
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118 Fun (2) All of Alessandra’s worry for Edgar quickly went away. “I am not kissing your stomach, Edgar. If you are okay to request something like that right now, I can only assume you are fine.” “How cruel of you,” Edgar stood up straight as the pain had quickly passed. “That is not how you should treat someone you have injured. I am deserving of a kiss where I was hit or a hug to cheer me up.” Alessandra stepped to the side and walked away from being in front of Edgar. She was not…
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117 Fun (1) “What is it?” “It is obviously a flower, Alessandra.” Alessandra tilted her head to the left to see what Edgar was seeing and then tilted her head to the right. “What kind of flower is it? It doesn’t look like any I have seen in your garden. Is it a rare flower?” “Are you teasing me, Alessandra? It is a simple blue flower. You see the petals here, the stem and leaves here,” Edgar pointed out the obvious. He clearly saw the vision of the flower he painted.…
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116 Mess (4) “I do not need this blue one. It was in style two seasons ago and I should have gotten rid of it sooner. That doesn’t mean you can sell it too cheap, James. The daughter of a Baron wore it and whoever is buying it should be thankful for the price I am selling it. They wouldn’t have been able to buy it at the original cost,” Kate tossed a blue dress onto the floor for a maid to pick up and pack. “I understand. What about this red dress?” James held up another dress for Kate to…
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