Lady Caroline feels her feet drifting down into a room with no ceiling. She lands softly on polished hardwood.
“Welcome back,” cracks a raucous Bronx accent. “Have a nice trip?”
“How dare you presume to address me so openly,” she hisses. Spinning around, she stares at the gnome-like figure. “Angel Rocco!” With a shock she realizes she is wearing sky-high platforms and her skin is copper. When she raises her arms, she jingles a dozen bracelets.
“So, who were you expecting? Fred Astaire?”
“Where is William?” she huffs. “I demand to see him forthwith.”
“Here I am, Lady Caroline.” His voice is full of love.
She spins around to discover to her stunned amazement – Miguelito!
“It was you! You were William all along!” Ash cannot contain her enthusiasm.
“And Lady Caroline, you were always m
