The witch had promised her cousin she would give him an answer before she gave one to Charles Macmillan. She had not promised to give him one before she received a question from Mr. Macmillan.
Technicalities were important.
Tatiana Lestrange was confident that she had been very clear with Mr. Macmillan, and as such, was confident that they would part today with a newfound understanding between them. She would wait a day or two to give her answer, of course (in part to uphold her promise to Valerian), but they would both know decidedly what her answer was, and she would be Mrs. Macmillan by summer's end.
Clad in a soft green intended to make her look more demure, Tatiana arrived at the Wellingtonshire address—Minsiter's Avenue. A good omen for their future together, surely? Smiling warmly, she approached its master.
As she took his arm, she voiced coyly, "Tatiana, please." Miss Lestrange was an identity she was particularly anxious to shed, her twenty-fifth birthday just four short months away.
Technicalities were important.
Tatiana Lestrange was confident that she had been very clear with Mr. Macmillan, and as such, was confident that they would part today with a newfound understanding between them. She would wait a day or two to give her answer, of course (in part to uphold her promise to Valerian), but they would both know decidedly what her answer was, and she would be Mrs. Macmillan by summer's end.
Clad in a soft green intended to make her look more demure, Tatiana arrived at the Wellingtonshire address—Minsiter's Avenue. A good omen for their future together, surely? Smiling warmly, she approached its master.
As she took his arm, she voiced coyly, "Tatiana, please." Miss Lestrange was an identity she was particularly anxious to shed, her twenty-fifth birthday just four short months away.
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