He must be new, Kiera decided as her eyes landed on the footman who was standing in front of the door, blocking her way in. How could she tell? It wasn't because he was staring at her as if she was a peculiarity which, to be fair, she was. It was because she could see everything he was thinking reflected back on his face; any servant who was Londinia-born knew that in order to be a good servant, they were expected to be able to mimic a stone wall, expressionless and unfeeling.
She could actually see him process her appearance; judging her, trying to categorize her into a neat box, and deciding whether to turn her aside or invite her inside.
Amusement rippled through her, she knew there was no chance of that.
From the respectful way he stood, she knew he decided she was quality, and she was. A daughter of the House of Shakur was as much quality as anyone could be without being royalty, but then ladies of quality do not dress up in gentlemen clothing, and they certainly do not visit notorious houses such as Madam Eleonore’s house of pleasure.
But here she was, a lady of high society, wearing gentleman's clothing and standing on Madam Eleanore's doorstep.
Such was her life.
She didn't mind waiting for him to figure her out, she had done the same for other people most of her life, but it was starting to rain and she was cold.
Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules
Now I want more!!!
ReplyDeleteI love how "sounds" Kiera voice
Yeah, Kiera's kind of more contained than Leah and Lei, but she's sassy in a quiet way, wry and droll with a sense of humor that pops out in the most awkward situations.
DeleteAnd you will have MORE. Am uploading 2 snippet tdoay.