20 September, 1894 — before this — Bristol
Emrys drummed his fingers on the sideboard.
"We don't have to go," he said suddenly. A mistake; he shouldn't have said anything. This was only going to make the whole evening seem suspicious, before they'd even started. And perhaps there was a chance if he didn't tip her off to the nature of the evening that Angelica would just think this was a dinner party like any other. Maybe she wouldn't realize the invitation hadn't really been for her so much as it was for his wife; that the hosts had made certain assumptions about her based on their history with him.
He couldn't really blame them (though he would anyway). He had gone so long without marrying, and then he'd married someone who clearly wasn't a fresh debutante trophy bride. It was logical to assume he'd married someone else who was — in the lifestyle. Or that he would have persuaded her to it by now.
Fucking hell, he wasn't sure how he was going to get through this.
Angelica Selwyn
"We don't have to go," he said suddenly. A mistake; he shouldn't have said anything. This was only going to make the whole evening seem suspicious, before they'd even started. And perhaps there was a chance if he didn't tip her off to the nature of the evening that Angelica would just think this was a dinner party like any other. Maybe she wouldn't realize the invitation hadn't really been for her so much as it was for his wife; that the hosts had made certain assumptions about her based on their history with him.
He couldn't really blame them (though he would anyway). He had gone so long without marrying, and then he'd married someone who clearly wasn't a fresh debutante trophy bride. It was logical to assume he'd married someone else who was — in the lifestyle. Or that he would have persuaded her to it by now.
Fucking hell, he wasn't sure how he was going to get through this.
Lou made this! <3