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+ 14	Becca (18)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (2)
+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
+ 10	Diary of Secrets
+ 12	Becca (17)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (1)
+ 20	Hearing is Believing
+ 14	Becca (16)
+ 18	Becca (15)
+ 21	Becca (14)
+ 14	Ravenwood Manor (3)
+ 21	Becca (13)
+ 21	Becca (12)
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+ 15	Ravenwood Manor (2)
+ 30	Becca (10)
+ 22	Scream.
+ 24	Ravenwood Manor (1)
+ 36	Becca (9)
+ 26	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

 

I was face to face with a tall and prestigious stranger. He had that certain wealthy look about him like all the rich people around here do but he was different. Like Aubrey he too had a kind and gentleness to him.

I knew that this had to be Laurence. But wasn’t he supposed to be in Paris? That is what Aubrey had told me… but I guess she could’ve been lying or there is some explanation to why he was here.

“Who are you?” Laurence repeated once more but this time his tone had changed to accusing.

“I-I am a friend of Aubrey’s.” I stammered but he still seemed a tad unconvinced.

His broad shoulders flexed as he swept off the glasses from his angular face. Smoothing back his light muddy brown hair he stared at me through his dark eyes.

“Funny, she never mentioned having a friend that looks like you.”

I decided not to lie so I sighed and told parts of the truth. “Well, you see I am an artist she has met on the lower side of Third Street and well she invited me to this ball the other day…”

“Ah yes… I told her to invite whoever she wanted to since I was going to be in Paris… I came back early so that we could have brunch together but it seems as though that will not happen.” Laurence replied with a sharp glance at Aubrey, who was still sleeping soundlessly across her bed.

“I should probably leave now…” I said uncomfortably but he merely just raised an eyebrow.

“But I thought that if you were her friend or artist or whatever you may be you’d like to stay here until she got better.”

“I do but…” I stopped short because I could think of no excuse which seemed to satisfy Laurence.

“I am Laurence, Laurence Devereux.” He said extending his hand.

“Olivier Murrell.” I replied while shaking his hand.

“Come, we shall converse in the den.” Laurence then let go of my hand and began leading me down the stairs and into a dark burgundy colored room that had many warm features such as a roaring fire that burned in the fireplace.

Laurence sat in a large and comfortable chair and called to a maid. In walked in the small Italian woman that I saw when I first got here.

“Giovanna.” I heard him say to her quietly. “Make sure Beatrice keeps an eye on Aubrey for me.” Then he turned all happy and bright again. “I would fancy some of your special tea, would you also Olivier?”

“Um... sure,” I responded sitting down on a large and black leathered couch.

“Two of your special teas, Giovanna,” Laurence told her warmly and she went off into another room, leaving the two loves of Aubrey alone.

“So Olivier,” he said suddenly turning to me. “What kind of art do you do?”

“Well, I am able to do most of it all but I prefer to sketch.”

“Ahh… sketching how interesting, and what was your best sketch?”

I wanted to say Aubrey, but I didn’t want to make it sound wrong so I lied and said the second best thing I had ever drawn. “Probably the one I drew that had a small child climbing up a tree.”

“How fascinating and how did you meet my Aubrey?” I flinched when he had called her his but since the room was dimly lit he did not catch me doing so.

“Well, I met her at a pond a few weeks ago.”

“I understand that it has only been a short time since you have met her but I want to ask you a question that must not leave this room.” Laurence said in a low and harsh voice before glancing around to see if anyone besides us was near.

“I understand.” I said earnestly as I leaned a little closer in his direction.

“She isn’t seeing anyone, is she?” Laurence asked and I felt my heart rate increase. She wasn’t exactly seeing me but close enough to that.

“No, no she isn’t, sir.”

“Because I got this feeling before I went to Paris, that she… that she didn’t love me much anymore… I don’t know how to explain it and I am probably just being silly.”

“There’s nothing you need to worry about.” I lied once again and that seemed to ease him a little bit.

Giovanna then walked in like she had before only this time she was carrying some items that rested upon a silver tray. I looked back over at Laurence who clasped his hands together and lightly took the tray from Giovanna before she walked away.

“So how was the ball?” He asked and I knew his casual tone was just masking over the distressed one he had used before.

“It was… it was something else.”

“The Ellison’s always have the best balls around I am a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to attend this one but oh well what can you do?”

“So when’s the wedding?” I asked offhandedly.

“We decided that it will be sometime during the summer we have yet to think of the exact date though.”

An awkward silence filled the room and we both drank our tea quietly. It was better than I thought it was going to be but I am not much of a tea person so I am not able to compare it to other flavors.

Out of boredom, I let my eyes wander over the room only to find numerous books, paintings and portraits of people. One of them was Aubrey and Laurence kissing and that made my mind well up with a thousand curses. They truly did belong together and here I am breaking their love for each other. Why couldn’t my inspiration been something as simple as a spider or a stone?

“Do you have a wife or soon to be wife?” Laurence inquired while he put down his cup of tea.

“No, but it would be nice to have someone.”

“Don’t worry; you will get your chance.”

“Hopefully I will find someone in Paris.” Even though I already did find someone here in Reims, but that person doesn’t belong to me and she never will.—I didn’t add that part though because it would seem inappropriate to mention that to her other love.

A different walked into the room. She looked similar to Giovanna but taller and plumper. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun atop her head and she too was wearing a maid’s uniform.

“She is up and is requesting to be brought downstairs rather than resting in her bed. And from my observation she seems a little… well… drunk.” The maid said with a nervous smile.

“Well, Beatrice, it would be best for her to rest, but if she wants to you should let her come down here and join us. The more the merrier, isn’t that right Olivier?” He said my name sharply and I realized that he must have a feeling that I had something to do with intoxicating her.

“It is, Laurence.” I tried to keep my voice nonchalant but I was afraid of what Aubrey would say since she wasn’t in her best shape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Author's Note: Nothing much to say for this chapter but make sure to check out the thirteenth one because I also posted that one today. Oh, and I am debating on the ending because one person—ehem Libba—did guess it correctly so I am still brainstorming ideas so that it will not be predictable.)

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