*Kingsley*
Sipping my scotch, I stand on the terrace while Lautius bids farewell to our mother because he won't get a chance to see her in the morning before she leaves. I have an appointment with the man whose factory I intend to use, and I couldn't be more pleased with my brother's enthusiasm and devotion to the project.
Hearing the door leading onto the terrace open and the quiet footsteps, I glance over my shoulder. "What are you up to, Mother?"
"To whatever are you referring?" she asks innocently as she comes near to me.
"A ball?" I ask.
She smiles. "Disagree with my logic, do you?"
That's the hell of it. I can't. I avoid soirees because of the various games played, insincere flirtation, and patronizing compliments. It would be an excellent opportunity for Pettifur to get some i
