As a single woman she was expected down stairs promptly each morning to have breakfast with the men - only her mother and Thomasina got to stay in bed with a tray. Their father had grabbed some toast, read his letters and then absoconeded with the paper, retreating to his study. Belle was idly chewing a piece of toast with her coffee and flipping through her few letters.
'No' she said flatly, clearly unsure as to why there was even a question, 'Was she expected to join us?' Belle asked aloud to her brother but she also looked to one of the footmen who shook his head, indicating that there was no information in the servants hall that anything was different this morning to the arrangements for any other.
'No' she said flatly, clearly unsure as to why there was even a question, 'Was she expected to join us?' Belle asked aloud to her brother but she also looked to one of the footmen who shook his head, indicating that there was no information in the servants hall that anything was different this morning to the arrangements for any other.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory