Alana did not have to wait long for her father to arrive in his study. His study was the very essence of masculinity. Dark wood and books lined the walls. A very large wood desk sat in the middle of the room as well as large chairs near the fireplace on the left side of the room. Her father's study always smelt of brandy and cigars.
Alana was currently standing near the fireplace. Staring down at the smoldering embers of the fire that must have been going into the night. No doubt the men had been in her father's study discussing the marriage contract again. She heard her father come through the door and close it behind him. His heavy footsteps fell until he stood by his desk and pulled out the chair, and sat in it. George sighed heavily and then took a seat.
Once Alana heard her father
