Lucinda loved a pre-planned fit.
She was very good at them, actually. She'd had enough time since first discovering the news to really plan this out — Ruth had rejected several drafts of her letter to Mr. Kirke for being 'openly hostile' or 'threatening' or 'really, Luce' — and then had finally ended up with a version of the letter that was ominous but not outwardly rude. All that was left to do now was wait for Mr. Kirke to risk showing up.
When she'd heard the pair were courting, she'd been — sort of happy for them, actually. It had showed Mr. Kirke's good character that he'd waited this long, and then started courting her, and seemed to be doing things right. Then she learned of the elopement, and people really only eloped for one reason when they were courting, and so — all of that had gone out the window.
She instructed the butler to show her new cousin into the sitting room, where Lucinda was lounging on a sofa in a relatively casual dress, reading a magazine. She folded it and put it aside when he stepped in, but did not stand up.
"Tybalt James Kirke," Lucinda said, with a smile that borderlined on smirking. She had done her research after their last conversation, and now — unfortunately — it was paying off. (Too late, maybe, but at least she could show off her skills.) She waved one hand lazily at the couch across from her. "Take a seat so we can chat."
'Chat' was perhaps a strong word for what Lucinda had in mind.
She was very good at them, actually. She'd had enough time since first discovering the news to really plan this out — Ruth had rejected several drafts of her letter to Mr. Kirke for being 'openly hostile' or 'threatening' or 'really, Luce' — and then had finally ended up with a version of the letter that was ominous but not outwardly rude. All that was left to do now was wait for Mr. Kirke to risk showing up.
When she'd heard the pair were courting, she'd been — sort of happy for them, actually. It had showed Mr. Kirke's good character that he'd waited this long, and then started courting her, and seemed to be doing things right. Then she learned of the elopement, and people really only eloped for one reason when they were courting, and so — all of that had gone out the window.
She instructed the butler to show her new cousin into the sitting room, where Lucinda was lounging on a sofa in a relatively casual dress, reading a magazine. She folded it and put it aside when he stepped in, but did not stand up.
"Tybalt James Kirke," Lucinda said, with a smile that borderlined on smirking. She had done her research after their last conversation, and now — unfortunately — it was paying off. (Too late, maybe, but at least she could show off her skills.) She waved one hand lazily at the couch across from her. "Take a seat so we can chat."
'Chat' was perhaps a strong word for what Lucinda had in mind.