One of Caroline’s best talents, or as her father would argue - most expensive habits,was finding reasons for new gowns. Since arriving in London she had enjoyed frequently the House of Lytton for new gowns. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it and it was, in Caroline’s opinion, important to impress when people thought you were less than them. Thus with the cool weather settling in Caroline had decided she needed to order a new winter cloak.
Walking from the House of Lytton content with her purchases, Hope trailing beside her, Caroline watched the crowds. Evening had begun to fall and many would soon be expected home for supper with their families. With Shawn back in the States and Toni at a social obligation for the company this evening Caroline was quite the opposite. She had no desire to return to her quiet home with nothing to do.
A peculiar scene drew her attention. A man stood by a wall of plastered newspapers,, his wand drawn. Never one to miss a bit of news of gossip, Caroline stepped forward to see exactly what the commotion was. The closer she got to the man, the more she realized it was his face echoed back at them from the newspapers.
“Excuse me, sir-” Caroline started, unsure entirely what her purpose was just yet begun filling her evening with something to do. But her words halted as the scene changed.
The newspapers shimmered for a moment then suddenly a set of living room chairs and coffee table appeared before the wall. Most strange. But what was stranger was the tea set peeked through piles of the papers that had the same headlines as the ones on the wall. Caroline stopped, wary, as she realized that the armrests of the chairs had straps on them and locks. Her mouth grew dry. It was like something out her worst imaginations. Down to the very patterns of faded fabric she always imagined on the armchairs.
“Sir?” What kind of trick was this man playing on her? What type of twisted game had she stumbled upon? Her green eyes flickered toward him with a hint of anger playing across her face.
Walking from the House of Lytton content with her purchases, Hope trailing beside her, Caroline watched the crowds. Evening had begun to fall and many would soon be expected home for supper with their families. With Shawn back in the States and Toni at a social obligation for the company this evening Caroline was quite the opposite. She had no desire to return to her quiet home with nothing to do.
A peculiar scene drew her attention. A man stood by a wall of plastered newspapers,, his wand drawn. Never one to miss a bit of news of gossip, Caroline stepped forward to see exactly what the commotion was. The closer she got to the man, the more she realized it was his face echoed back at them from the newspapers.
“Excuse me, sir-” Caroline started, unsure entirely what her purpose was just yet begun filling her evening with something to do. But her words halted as the scene changed.
The newspapers shimmered for a moment then suddenly a set of living room chairs and coffee table appeared before the wall. Most strange. But what was stranger was the tea set peeked through piles of the papers that had the same headlines as the ones on the wall. Caroline stopped, wary, as she realized that the armrests of the chairs had straps on them and locks. Her mouth grew dry. It was like something out her worst imaginations. Down to the very patterns of faded fabric she always imagined on the armchairs.
“Sir?” What kind of trick was this man playing on her? What type of twisted game had she stumbled upon? Her green eyes flickered toward him with a hint of anger playing across her face.