…Back at McCarthy’s Residence…
Annabel
“You promised it was going to work, mother.” I looked at her accusatorily. “How many times did you do it?” She asked curiously.
“I only got him twice. Isn't it enough?” “Sometimes, it is enough, other times, it isn't.”
“Your aunt w-” “Your friend is not my aunt, mother!” I cut her off angrily. She sighed defeatedly.
“Well, Mercedes is on her way here with him. You can try-” A knock cut her off, but my ears were already perked up at the mention of his coming.
I dashed off to the washroom, leaving Eleanor, my mother, to handle whoever was at my door.
I picked up a new dress I had ordered to be made specially and headed to my room. “They are in. Come to the tea room when you are ready. Your maids are at your door to assist you. I'll let them in
