*Isadora*
I lay in the bed, in a nightdress that fairly swallows me since my hostess is several inches taller than I am, staring at the window where distant street lamps or garden lamps provides just enough light to reveal that big fat snowflakes continues to fall as the wind whistles eerily beyond the glass.
Everyone has decided to stay, and the remainder of the night has seen a good bit of alcohol consumed following a luxurious dinner. Robin had eaten with us, but afterward he and Mrs.Tempest had gone up to bed.
I had been concerned that an awkwardness between me and the ladies might settle in when the gentlemen went off to have their port, but this family apparently doesn’t follow the tradition of giving men their time alone.
Everyone had headed to the billiards room where Senya had
