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Storm and Silence
by RobThier
Storm and Silence
Table of contents
- 01. Arrested for Good Manners
- 02. Ape Bobby
- 03. Who He Really Is
- 04. Sweet and Solid
- 05. Driving Me Wild(ly)
- 06. Empire House
- 07. His Indecent Demands
- 08. Inventing a Sibling and Getting Poked in the Eye
- 09. File Fight
- 10. The Worst Fate Imaginable
- ...
Story Content
"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom.
The rest of the ball went by quickly, mostly because now I had something to occupy my mind with.
What the loose-lipped gentleman had told me about the meeting against the women's suffrage in Hyde Park kept reverberating inside my head. Ideas were fermenting inside my busy bean. Soon they would develop into plans.
- The group around the Lord was one of the thickest in the ballroom.
- Whenever my aunt looked my way and saw me, right there, next to Lord Dalgliesh, she beamed as if it were Christmas and Easter put together.
- Mr Ambrose stayed far away from the group.
By use of this clever method of unpleasant-people-avoidance we were able to keep the nasties out of our hair for quite some time.
The evening was drawing to a close. Lady Metcalf was standing at the door, curtsying to her dear friends, and to people she couldn't stand but had to be polite to anyway.
There was a gentle but firm hand placed on my arm. "A moment, if you please, Miss Linton?"
What is it, Lord Dalgliesh?
"I wish to ask you something, Miss Linton."
Again? I raised an eyebrow. "You are getting brazen, My Lord. This time you are not even offering to dance with me."
"Indeed I am. Yet I have an excuse: the music has stopped, the musicians are gone. Will you still grant me my heart's desire and assuage my curiosity?">
That depends on what your question is. Ask, My Lord, and we shall see about the answer.
And thus the conversation continued and unfolded in unexpected ways, revealing the complex dance of social interactions and emotional undercurrents amidst the backdrop of a grand ballroom.