And they were luxuries indeed, she thought lasciviously. Henry Rosier mattered less than pondlife in Elladora’s world order but she did feel some sympathy for the man that he was married to this woman and had never seen her in the throes of true passion. It was quite the sight and for fifteen years had served Elladora well during the rare occasion she summoned a patronus.
Unfortunately brief luxuries these days Ella thought as the clock on the mantle ticked to mark the hour. Time with Evalina had a tendency to pass rather too quickly for her liking and it was already eleven; before long it would be Christmas Day and both of them would be trapped in the inescapable world of family gatherings, treading the dangerous line between drinking just enough to make it bearable whilst never losing control of their manners.
“In the spirit of indulging in luxuries,” Ella drawled. “We ought to plan a trip in the New Year. Florence? Or Venice perhaps? I have a longing to see masterpieces in the sunlight,” she added, trailing a finger along Eva’s arm.
fabulous set by Lady <3