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Odette
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Later that day, a fresh bouquet of tulips showed up on the doorstep. Miranda had been thrilled at first, only to see that they were not addressed to her. Then she proceeded to ask her young maid who her new "secret admirer" (as the card attached was sighed) was... Ysabella had just shook her head and shrugged, knowing well enough who they were from. Guilt was slowly beginning to settle in her stomach but she assured herself that it was simple a one time thing... and thus no harm would be done.
She busied herself the rest of the day cleaning the house as usual and preparing a grand meal; Miranda and Cameron's families would be all dining at the mansion tonight, and Ysabella was in charge of cooking. It wouldn't be the first time Miranda had held such an event... but there was something unsettling about it in Ysabella's stomach now. She knew that it was unlikely the chemistry between she and Cameron was blatantly apparent, but the thought still scared her.
Miranda was changed into an eye-catching silver dress and black pumps when everyone arrived, the young woman greeting them all at the door before redirecting them into the seating area. They all regarded Ysabella with humble smiles and hellos, complimenting her on the wonderful scent of her cooking before disappearing. It was only Cam that stayed behind, eying her mischeviously before pulling her into the kitchen by the arm.
Ysabella looked around in apprehension as he wrapped his arms around her. "Careful," she whispered, "this bad time..."
"They're not coming back here anytime soon," he whispered. Slowly, his hands moved to cup her rounded bottom and she squealed, pushing at his shoulder.
"Really... this no good! We stop now, Mr Ford... one night, I say..." she pleaded quietly.
He pulled away, raising his eyebrows at her in surprise. "I thought you said we had something. Why are you ignoring it?"
Ysabella immediately removed herself from his arms, "I say one night, yes? It one night... you with Miss Churchill, I no ruin that. We discover we good together, now we leave alone. You have with Miss Churchill."
Cameron looked like he was about to open his mouth to protest but quickly shut it with a curt nod. "Alright, fine. If that's what you want, I can't force you into anything."
Sadly, she nodded, returning to her cooking more and praying he'd never speak of it again. She wasn't sure she'd be able to say no next time.
She busied herself the rest of the day cleaning the house as usual and preparing a grand meal; Miranda and Cameron's families would be all dining at the mansion tonight, and Ysabella was in charge of cooking. It wouldn't be the first time Miranda had held such an event... but there was something unsettling about it in Ysabella's stomach now. She knew that it was unlikely the chemistry between she and Cameron was blatantly apparent, but the thought still scared her.
Miranda was changed into an eye-catching silver dress and black pumps when everyone arrived, the young woman greeting them all at the door before redirecting them into the seating area. They all regarded Ysabella with humble smiles and hellos, complimenting her on the wonderful scent of her cooking before disappearing. It was only Cam that stayed behind, eying her mischeviously before pulling her into the kitchen by the arm.
Ysabella looked around in apprehension as he wrapped his arms around her. "Careful," she whispered, "this bad time..."
"They're not coming back here anytime soon," he whispered. Slowly, his hands moved to cup her rounded bottom and she squealed, pushing at his shoulder.
"Really... this no good! We stop now, Mr Ford... one night, I say..." she pleaded quietly.
He pulled away, raising his eyebrows at her in surprise. "I thought you said we had something. Why are you ignoring it?"
Ysabella immediately removed herself from his arms, "I say one night, yes? It one night... you with Miss Churchill, I no ruin that. We discover we good together, now we leave alone. You have with Miss Churchill."
Cameron looked like he was about to open his mouth to protest but quickly shut it with a curt nod. "Alright, fine. If that's what you want, I can't force you into anything."
Sadly, she nodded, returning to her cooking more and praying he'd never speak of it again. She wasn't sure she'd be able to say no next time.