Hello everyone! Welcome to my new fic,
Dance of The Debutante

It may be a surprise to some of you that I’m starting this soon but, I have no reason not to get going except that my other fic not being finished yet. Since it’s so close to finishing I figured what the heck? So, I hope you all enjoy this new story of mine.

Rating: PG-ish
I will warn if anything more comes in.

Disclaimer: This story is of my own imagination, though, it was inspired by the novel Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Thank you to all the members who have agreed to be in my fic!
Mena
Ambrosia
Blondie
Jaime Girl
ninque elen
~Jewelz~
Celandine
Airefeaiel
BeeSting77


Chapter 1

The Capellarious family were one of great respectability. Their naturally good looks and delightful personalities were some envious from even the highest rank relations throughout the London quarter. It was well known that they were not struggling as far as finance was concerned. However, you will never catch one Capellarious flaunting their great wealth.

Just up the country side lane resided the second largest estate in the country. It was a grand yellow mansion with freshly painted window shutters and a brass door knob with matching knocker. Gardens were filled with every flower and color available in England. Great gardenias, brightly colored tulips and blue forget-me-nots were just a few. There was a large oak tree in the front yard with a hanging swing made of rope and wood. Mr. Capellarious set it up for his eldest daughter, Deirdre’s, seventh birthday. She begged for almost a whole year before he decided that his fair daughter was not going to give up on her request. Therefore, he thought it the perfect gift for his young child.

Now, it is eighteen years later and his sweet redhead will turn twenty-five. Mr. Capellarious has always had a bit of a soft spot for her, sneaking her an extra sweet after tea and begging her not to tell her sisters. Not once did Mrs. Capellarious find this out or she would have stopped the act at once. Being twenty-five did not stop Mr. Capellarious from favoring her, only he thought sweets was a childish reward for someone of her age and thought this so for many years.

One advantage Deirdre has had with her father was introductions to the finest and wealthiest men in the country. Not one has she found suitable enough, however. This was not due to high standards, after all, she was a Capellarious and all Capellarious’s were found with great politeness. Miss Deirdre has only to turn down eleven gentlemen because of one of two reasons. One, either their high thoughts of themselves or two, their desire to see her as an object of sexuality. Only two men fall in the latter category and she hasn’t so much as whispered her true reasons for dismissing them.

“Deirdre, I do think you’re being a touch particular about finding a desirable suitor,” said her sister Lily.

Lily was also a redhead and the two often had conversations together far from their other siblings ears about how their hair was much more delightful to the eyes of gentlemen because brown was so boring and not as complimentary as their ginger locks. Giggling was not an unknown in their discussions. They enjoyed coming up with fantasies as young girls about how the rainbows after a rain storm would leak their red touch and give it to them as its little surprise. Now, being grown up and Lily being only twelve months behind Deirdre in age their fantasies have become much more realistic.

“I don’t think you have much room to talk my dear sister,” Deirdre said. “I believe you have yet to find a companion of your own. I would worry about finding a husband for yourself if I were you.”

“I have every intension of dancing with a man at your birthday party. The ball will be an excellent excuse to indulge in my dancing skill. Perhaps I may be so bold as to ask two to circle the dance floor with me.”

“You will be the boldest in the room to ask even one,” Deirdre insisted. “You know how mother disapproves of her daughters inquiring a man for themselves. It shows desperation and Capellarious is the farthest name from that accusation.”

Lily turned her nose up at her sister and decided to do some reading. Deirdre laughed lightly at her sisters audacious desire to stand out amongst others. Why, in this day in age it’s nearly impossible to find a man of great respectability without them being much too proud of themselves. The reason Deirdre turned down nine potential husbands previous. Yes, Deirdre does want a husband, like any other girl dreams of but, her most important quality she seeks is simply one who can make her happy.

“Deirdre, why don’t you ask father to introduce you to the new gentleman in town. Perhaps you may be lucky as to earn an invitation for tea. Ginger hair is no doubt a becoming look in a man’s eye and I do say if he fancies you and is desirable, do be kind and ask if he has a brother.”

Deirdre spun to look at the mischievous grin on her sisters pale face. She has cheek and would become a highly impending hazard to some poor mans nerves. Her freshly curled hair bounced as she made a gesture of bequeath at her ability to meet a young man.

However, Deirdre couldn’t help but wonder about the new man in New Castle. She hadn’t heard of such an announcement. Surely, her mother would have been the first on the rumor and would have made it headline news to the family of a new prospect. Lily couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she turned her attention back to her reading. It was always like Lily to play the actress; always keeping people on the verge of eruption with her exploits.

“If you’re so keen on divulging in such a man why don’t you ask father to invite him to dine with us? Certainly, you’d like to have an introduction. Your face does not hide such intentions so easily. You fancy meeting him yourself and would not qualm left or right if he had a brother, even if he is handsome. Your generosity to my well-being has always been highly regarded but, this time I do believe your intentions are not so high.”

“And, what would give you such a conclusion, pray?”

“I see the gleam in your eye. I am a woman too, sister, and have been one longer than you, if not by much. I know adoration when I see it. I have often had that same look on my face in my years and mother never lets me see past my own feelings. Her pressures are becoming unbearable and I do not need my favorite sister turning into her mother at this time.”

A sullen look quickly replaced the impishness on Lily’s face. She closed her book and set it on a drawing table beside her. Deirdre knew she had put a bruise on her sister’s feelings and had no desire to take it back.

“I only wish to see you happy,” Lily whispered. Her curls didn’t look quite so bouncy at this angle. “Twenty-five you will be and still no man to call your own. I want you to be able to tend to a house; one of respect and wealth if the choice were mine. But, it is not so and instead you turn away every man before you give them chance to open up their heart for you. How will it look if a younger sister marries out of the family before the eldest? I know it does not make difference one way or another to you but, society will see it different and I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to climb back into people’s eyes as a Capellarious every man in New Castle wishes to see.”

Just then their parlor door opened and their maid, Millie, announced supper. Deirdre and Lily bowed her out and then left the room together, quietly, to join the rest of the Cappellarious family for dinner in the dining room.

Deirdre kept quite silent during the duration of supper. The first course hadn’t yet arrived before Mrs. Capellarious began pestering on about her finding a husband. Mrs. Capellarious never had any kind of soft spot for her eldest daughter. Older siblings were supposed to behave properly and follow society rules accordingly. She has made herself clear, more than once, that her not having a suitor was not showing an example to her three younger sisters. Though, if Deirdre were to explain that her three sisters were quite capable of setting their own examples Mrs. Capellarious might just have a fit in front of the whole family.

“Deirdre, please tell me, why is it Adelaide is able to find a fiancée at twenty and you dear have had many agreeable a man come by your doorstep and all you’ve done is kick dirt at their heels and shut a door in their face?”

“Mother, I didn’t love any of them,” she contested. “Adelaide has been fortunate, I agree, in finding a desirable fiancée but, you mustn’t hold her good fortune on my shoulder like a weight. I will find a man. A nice man who will make me happy.”

Mrs. Capellarious puffed up and put a bite of potato in her mouth. It was just as well that she kept silent or her retaliation may have just forced Deirdre to dismiss herself from the table.

Adelaide acted as though no one had been talking about her. She knew very well that if she spoke of any of it Deirdre would be annoyed with her. Generally, as a Capellarious sister rule, they kept together and conversed about how disagreeable their mothers’ attachment to society based decency was.

“Father, have you spoken with the new gentleman in town?” Asked a fourth daughter, Emma. “I hear he is quite handsome and I would love to have an introduction before the party.”

“Emma, you flirt, you already have a relationship and with someone who does not flaunt to other women and speak of their handsomeness!” Lily said with a bit of force. Mr. Cappellarious grinned. He had to hide his smile behind his napkin when Mrs. Capellarious gave him a disapproving stare.

“Who said anything about flirting… or flaunting for that matter? Can’t a girl express her thoughts? Besides, last I knew, you haven’t been having tea with any gentlemen that I know of recently.” Emma nodded her head to prove her point. She rose her nose into the air and away from her sister.

That was the last thing that was said during the duration of the meal. Silence had filled the room like a heavy weight and it was so thick you could slice it clean with a butter knife.

***

“Darling, your party is in two days,” replied Adelaide. “Haven’t you yet found a dress enviable by all the ladies in town?”

Deirdre snickered softly as she looked at herself in the large oval mirror, which sat a top her vanity. Adelaide sat in her chair, too looking at her reflection. Adelaide used to always enjoy Deirdre brushing her long, golden brown hair when she was a child. Something about the feeling of someone else’s hands combing through her locks made her feel safe. Deirdre found it silly but, never let her sister down. Their mother wouldn’t let her. Now, it’s become routine in which Deirdre enjoys.

“My dear sister, you are no longer the innocent little girl I used to see running through the parlor with her dolls.” Deirdre smiled warmly at Adelaide through the mirror.

“I think you have much potential to meet the future husband of your dreams,” Adelaide said. She turned around in her chair to meet her sisters’ eyes. They were warm and always comforting, like an older sister should be. “I can not wait until you marry. I know you have not been happy as of late and I would wish nothing else but to see each of my sisters with gladness. I worry for you, Deirdre.”

“I appreciate your sincerity, but I can assure you that you have no need to worry for my sake. Mother does enough of that for half of New Castle. I am greatly surprised she hasn’t become fully gray solely on her impudence.”

That earned a girlish giggle from Adelaide.

“Perhaps Lily is right,” Deirdre sighed.

“What could Lily possibly be right about?”

Deirdre snickered at the fun Adelaide made at their sister. It was common knowledge that Lily and Deirdre spent most of their spare time together and any poke at either of them in front of the other was tried for at any time of day; except in front of their mother of course. She fully disapproved of such childishness.

“She told me I’m being too selective of whom I choose for a fiancée. For a future one I should say. I just know someone will come along, however, my time is becoming short and maybe I should just settle on someone.”

“Now, that would not be like you to just settle with anyone. Your pickiness is what makes you, you. Your prince will come to you and when he does you will have him and your utter happiness to advert in every direction in the London Quarter, markedly, mothers’ direction. I daresay she has been the worst of anyone.”

“You are always so positive,” Deirdre told her as she finished her brushing. “You will make a very good wife to Mr. Boyd, sweet Adelaide. He will be the most lucky man in New Castle to have a lady such as yourself.”

“But, when I am to leave our home and tend to my own, who will brush my hair as finely as you have all our years? Mr. Boyd is profitable with many things, but brushing hair is not one of them. He has tried, yes, many times. He knows of our nightly routine, however, he suddenly has a hand full of thumbs when he lifts a brush.”

The two girls laughed heartily together. Deirdre will sorely miss her sister when she is gone. It just won’t be the same without her. It would feel like a part of her had gone missing; not completely, however, since she’d only be a telegram or a carriage ride away. As often as she wished her little sister to fall into a well when they were younger, age had proven to strengthen that bond and to not take their time together for granted.

“We should get some sleep,” Deirdre said. “I must take a day trip into the city tomorrow. I have to take care of a few things before my birthday. Mother says I should find a silk ribbon she can tie into a bow for my gown. I say bows are for children but, mother is always certain when her mind is made.”

“That it is,” Adelaide said with a knowing look. “Well, goodnight then. Good luck in town. Who knows, maybe you will have some handsome man sweep you off your feet and rid the rest of us sisters the headache of mothers touchiness.”

Deirdre gave out a playful, “humph” while crossing her arms. Adelaide giggled and then stood to flattened out her night dress. She gave Deirdre a kiss on the cheek and blew out a candle on the way to the door.

“Goodnight,” Deirdre whispered after her sister and watched as she disappeared into the hallway. “If only I may be so lucky as you one day.”

Weee!! *runs in and claims first reader rights* Bwah hahahaha....

I'm so happy you got this up! YAY!

Ah! It's all so very P&P-ish *hugs it* I love it. Esp your description of their home, with all the flowers; it made me look outside and almost be sorry for the rainy weather we've been having *laughs*

Four sisters and a worrisome mother- oh the fun of it! Haha... and a party coming up no less *bounces from exictement*

*roflh*!!! Ah hahaha, poor Billy. The mental image of him trying to brush her hair is just- hahaha- too much!

Great start Stacy! I'm super excited for this fic :D Yay!

You put this up! YAY! *does a happy dance* :yahoo

I have to say that I love the names you have for the girls: Deirdre, Adelaide, Lilly. Oh so very Austen. And I'm in love with this story already! The description, the quaint proper dialogue, the character interactions, are so awesome and P&P reminiscent and it makes me happy. ^_^

Ehehehe...this made me think of a certain ball in a certain novel where a certain main character's family makes a certain embarrassment out of themselves. *laughs* Or Lady Catherine..."all five out at once? Oh dear" lol. Emma sound like the rambunctious flirty one, that should be funny.

*bounces* I'm so jazzed about this story! I love love love it! :hug:

Fantabulous beginning by the way! :shine:

YAY! It's up! *does a dance* I'm so honoured that you used the word 'debutante' in the story :) That was such a fun conversation we had. :yes:

Um...see, I want to quote all of it, because I know when Anna gets here she'll do it for me :laugh: so I'll quote snippets.

Those three paragraphs were brilliant, Stacy! I love the relationship between Deirdre and Lily.

I think Emma is incredibly funny!!

Can't wait for more, bella!!

:heartbeat: Pat

Stacy, you've done an amazing job with styling it to the period. I lovelovelove Pride and Prejudice, so I'm really looking forward to see how this progresses.

I like how you've shown bits of the relationships within the family. God, the mother! *stab* Something about mothers and being obnoxious.. what is it? :huh: The bond between Lily and Deidre and the notion of Emma's constant flirtaciousness and the hair-brushing ritual. It's all so cozy. :)

:heartbeat:
Samma

Oh SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it! I fear I shall be speaking in a British accent for the rest of the day, 'cuz when I was reading it it even sounded British in my head!!!!

And I love how you're introducing all the sisters as having completely different personalities...too cute! And grrr at mother dearest...God, she reminds me of my own mother, how sad is that??

I love it already!!!!! :love:

This has me dancing with a dreamy Mr. Darcy in my mind! I love this so much. The style is so very Austen-ish and awesome. Like Jess, it makes me want to speak in a British accent. ahaha! Do you think that when you write it? ;-)

Deirdre is such an awesome character! I loved that she has turned down so many guys. It's cool to find a headstrong girl back in those days when it was so rare that a woman could speak her mind. She and Lily sound like they have an amazing relationship.

And, of course I love the crazy, interfereing Mum!

First, I thought the brushing hair part was very sweet and sisterly. But, then this quote...it just about killed me! I soooo want Billy to brush my hair now! More than anything! Look what you do to me, Stacy! Just look!

I think we all know what I'll be dreaming about tonight. Squee. :cloud#9:

I am already so in love with this! It really is awesome writing, Lady.

Dang, you'll never believe it! I could not sleep last night, and I tossed and trahed in my bed for a while, when suddenly I had an absurd thought: tomorrow Stacy will post her new story.
I told myself it was impossible because you said you'd finish Vampirism before. Imagine my shock when i saw this!

I must say it's not just super cool, but I am also in love with your style... it so suits this atmosphere, and it's so different from Vampirism's, Lofters' and the Unspeakable's. Not many poeple can do that.

Now, to the sisters... at the beginning i gave a big 'whoa!' and started giggling! I watched Pride and Prejudice olny a couple of weeks ago in the theatre (many thanks to Italian dubbing, grrr), and when I walked out I sighed aloud: I really can't wait til Stacy posts! I wanna know what kind of roles she has in store for us.

And I gotta say I LOVE mine! I enjoy being the pricky eldest in control, yes, i do!

My favourite parts were the beginning, dad's memory and his soft spot on Deidre, Deidre and Lily talking about redheads' oooking qualities, and the whole Billy-brushing hair thing.

Now I wonder how YOUR character will be like...

I'm already hooked, and proud to be!

Great introduction Stacy!!
I so enjoyed reading this....and I certainly can see that there is a Jane Austen feel to this fic.
The way the talk and behave...it is definitly there.

I am extremly curious to see where this will lead to,
but there is a definite promise of romance and angst.
*beams*

Love it Stacy......great writing and characterisation.
:hug:

Oh my gosh! Squeeeee! I can't believe it is up already. Not that I am complaining or anything. Talk about a most wonderful weekend treat!

Like everyone else mentioned, this is absolutely wonderful. I love the whole Austen feel to it, something that I consider to be a great feat. For I know that I would not be able to do anything of the sort. It is writing like this and Vampirism that has shown how much you have grown as a writer. Talk about an amazing transformation. I can only hope for so much with my own writing.

I love love love love love the sisters. I love how all of them have different personalities. I have to agree with Amber, I love Deidre and her headstrong attitude.

I had a good chuckle over this line....

For it is something that I could see Jess and Mena sharing in a private conversation behind the other girls backs. *whines* this is why I wish I had glorious crimson locks....blonde is booooooooring and I want to be delightful in the eyes of gentlement. *ends crazed incessant whining*

Adelaide. how sweet is her relationship with Deidre. Very touching to read that. Again, I had a good chuckle when I read the comment about Mr. Boyd being all thumbs while attempting to comb Adelaide's hair. :lol:

Now Emma, she seems like a trouble maker. So fiesty and flirty. I love it.

I also enjoy how Mr. Capellarious finds the words and actions of his daughters so funny, yet stiffles his laughter so he doesn't piss off his wife any further!

Oh this is so wonderful Stace! I can't wait to see how all the characters fit into the story and how it all plays out.

Hey girls!
Thank you so much to everyone that has read this so far. :)

Yes, that was a great conversation and I'm glad you thought of the word because I never would have.

I'm so happy you like this. :)
Actually, yes, the British accent does come to mind when I write this. heehee...

Unfortunatley, my lap top has gone to crap again on me. My whole windows screen freezes up and then all the icons disappear. I've been trying everything I can to fix it but, I'm stumped this time. I'll be taking it back to Best Buy so the 'Geek Squad' can see if they can fix it. They haven't let me down yet and this'll be the third time I've had to go to them. It sucks because now that I've posted this fic I have to wait some more to post again. :(

I'll be popping in from time to time on my dad's lap top to check up on everyone's fics. I feel bad for this but, hopefully it'll be fixed soon. I just want a new computer. UGH!!

~Stacy~

Oh, dang!

*is dangeroulsy close to hyperventilation from lack of story*

But I'll stay strong. I know what it means when your computer lets you down, it's so horrible!

*hugs Stacy tight*

We'll wait... it's worth it!

Guess what?!?! :woot:
I've got my laptop back!! WAHOOOOOO!! This puppy runs real fast now. Turns out I had seven viruses on it. Crazy! But, Best Buy cleaned out it's wounds, put a band-aid on it and it's just fine. :)

Sooooooooooooo... here is the long awaited second chapter. Thanks for sticking with me!


Chapter 2

It was four o’clock on the afternoon of Deirdre’s birthday party and the Capellarious family couldn’t have been any more hurried as they were at that moment. Deirdre paced the art room as servants and ball makers readied the ballroom for her expected night in which she finally chooses a man in whom she may wed. There was not one doubt in Deirdre’s mind that Mrs. Capellarious was near to the point of fainting more so than she. Not one soul willingly came within two rooms of her unless they wanted to hear a tongue-lashing that would last into the night.

Mr. Capellarious spoiled his favorite daughter with fresh flowers and perfume in private. He felt she needed something feminine to help calm her feral nerves. Why, they danced so wildly about her that she unconsciously continued to rub her skin to keep the little bumps that kept emerging from becoming too noticeable. It wouldn’t have suited the party guests to see the guest of honor in such dismay. Her mother would have blamed her for causing gossip amongst the high townsfolk. It would do no good to inform her that they were high townsfolk themselves. All that over a few nervous bumps; Deirdre really was becoming too disquieted.

“Deirdre! There you are. I was worried.” Lily came toward her, wearing a long blue parlor dress. Her fine ginger hair bounced in large curls as they always do. She rushed her speech into a clutter of words which came out only partly recognizable with her attempting to catch her breath. “Come, sister. Mr. Boyd has arrived. He has requested a walk in the gardens with the lady of the day. You must go. Emma suspects he has dined with the new gentleman. He overheard him speaking with Adelaide not ten minutes ago.”

“Slow down. Slow down. It is lucky mother wasn’t in here with me. She would have given you a lash for your forgetfulness on how to act like a lady,” Deirdre teased.

“Your cheek does your personality no favors, Deirdre,” she said with a sisterly smirk.

“I only tease you so because you are my favorite sister. Now, what is this you babble on about Billy and Emma?”

“Mr. Boyd wishes to take you for a walk. Emma says it may be about the new prospect that has been keeping the town on their toes. He said Mr. Boyd was speaking to Adelaide of a name she had not recognized. A Mr. Mortensen. Oh, Deirdre, you must accept Mr. Boyd’s invitation.”

“I suppose I would be doing myself even less favors than my cheek if I did not accept such an invitation,” she said with slight sarcasm. She held an arm out for her sister and Lily intertwined hers. “Come, escort me to Mr. Boyd. If nothing else, maybe I can swing a word of gossip in favor of our Adelaide. She would be most pleased.”

***

“Mr. Boyd, I am honored to have this opportunity to speak privately with you. Since you will be a future brother in-law, perhaps we may talk about our families. I have not had the graces…”

“Miss Capellarious…”

“Deirdre, please call me Deirdre.”

“Deirdre. Of course. Well, Deirdre, I hate to deflate your interest in my family. I appreciate your interest but, that is not why I have asked for your company.” Mr. Boyd placed his arms behind his back and held his hands together. “I wished to talk about you and your family.”

Deirdre rose a curious eyebrow and Billy. “I am afraid I do not understand. If we can not talk about your family then why…”

Mr. Boyd held up a hand at Deirdre. Her words faltered and she turned a frowned face at him. As far as she was concerned, she would have been content drowning in her own insolence in the art room as she continued to worry about the night’s coming event. One, if it were up to her, she would have uninvited Mr. Boyd on the spot.

“I am worried for you,” Mr. Boyd said. Deirdre wasn’t sure she understood him, so she didn’t try.

“Mr. Boyd, I hardly know you. We have never spoken except when you dine with my family and during tea in the parlor. How dare you come to me and bruise what little pride I have left. My mother is a loyalist to society and she gives me enough lecture for three mothers.”

“I am sorry,” Mr. Boyd said. “I did not mean to offend. Perhaps I did not speak clearly. I only meant to say that your father has taken a keen interest in your interest and I do believe I may be of some help. If it is alright with you of course.”

“What help could you provide?” Deirdre knew exactly what Mr. Boyd was going to say. She tried to hide her heavy breathing but, it was difficult knowing that Mr. Boyd was about to divulge to her possible information on the new man in town. Mr. Mortensen, according to her sister.

“I have recently had the pleasure to dine with a Mr. Mortensen. A fine and agreeable man that I would feel proud if my own sister married him. However the case may be, your father has asked me if I may give you an introduction. Mrs. Capellarious has no awareness of the situation and would therefore strip your father of his hide up and down if the facts were spoken to her late. Your father has a very colorful imagination of your mother when she gets angry and I have no envy of you or any of your sister when she becomes so.”

“I appreciate your concern, on both issues, but I can assure you that I am quite capable of finding a suitor for myself.”

“Deirdre, I don’t mean to sound prude but, eleven men you have attracted and eleven men you have turned down,” he said. “Please, allow me to introduce you. I promise you on my life that if things do not work out I will never attempt to play matchmaker again. I insist on it.”

Deirdre turned her head and frowned at Mr. Boyd. She sighed loudly which caused a hopeful grin to appear on his face. She privately thought that he needed a good shave before her party. No, as she had thought before, she wouldn’t really have uninvited Mr. Boyd. For one, Adelaide would be upset with her and the last thing she wanted on her day was to be in feud with a sister. She was already close enough to one with her mother.

It was becoming time to return back to the house so she could prepare herself for her guests. The style in which her hair would be done for the evening would take the better portion of an hour to complete. Lots of loose curls and twirls all bundled up into a crown around her head. She had seen a sketch of the planned do and was quite pleased with it. It was supposed to be the latest style in the London Quarter.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have an introduction,” she answered. This received an eager reaction from Mr. Boyd. “Maybe he’ll ask for a dance.”

“Deidre, I wouldn’t doubt if the entire hall wanted a dance with the birthday girl. Girls included,” he added with a cheeky grin.

“Mr. Boyd, you are too flattering.”

“Anything to compliment a future sister in-law. And, a fine sister in-law at that.” Mr. Boyd bowed which caused a very feminine giggle from Deirdre.

“Oh, Mr. Boyd.”

“Please, it’s Billy.”

“Billy. Well, I appreciate what you are doing for me. It is an excellent birthday present. If anything should come out of my meeting Mr. Mortensen I shall give you full acclaim.”

Billy picked a white lily from a nearby garden arrangement. He pulled out the entire root and gave a small grunt of disapproval as he got dirt on his coat. He ripped off the end and placed it under a rose bush just before standing up. Hand stretched out, the lily drooped slightly but, it was beautiful.

“A lily for the birthday girl,” he said.

Deirdre took the flower and placed it to her nose for a sniff of its sweet smell. “It’s delightful. Thank you, Billy.”

The two walked back to the Capellarious house making small talk about the birthday ball and gossiping about the guests who will be attending it. Deirdre was nervous about the coming night but, very excited as well. Mr. Boyd had perked her interest intently about Mr. Mortensen.

As they walked through the back doors Lily was waiting impatiently at the window, nose pressed against the glass with a round circle of hot breath fogging the glass. Deirdre watched her jump away as they loomed closer, like she didn’t expect either of them to see. Deirdre noticed Billy looking at his timepiece. Maybe he hadn’t seen the snoop watching for them. The back door opened casually and Lily emerged with a watering can in her hands.

“Oh, Deirdre and Mr. Boyd,” she began dumbly. “Back from your walk so soon? I expected you to be out later with the fresh air and such agreeable weather upon us. I daresay it will be a wonderful evening for a ball. What do you think?”

“I do agree!” Billy said with much glee. “I would certainly love to stay and chat longer, however, I must speak with Adelaide before she hibernates to her room before the ball getting ready.”

Lily curtsied kindly as he left and Billy tipped his hat. “Lily, Deirdre.”

“Billy,” Deirdre said. Billy closed the door behind him and the instant the door snapped shut Lily dropped her playing dumb act on the spot.

“What did he say? What gossip has he heard about Mr. Mortensen? I would love to be the envy of the London girls as they inquire about the new man,” Lily asked at once. Deirdre could tell Lily had been itching to find out the news about their walk. If anyone, beside their mother, was most interested in finding a husband for her it was Lily.

“I saw your nose rubbing the pane as I returned with Billy,” Deirdre said knowingly. “You did not have to act so daft about our return. Especially since your watering can has no water. Perhaps you expected the geraniums to water themselves.”

“Billy?” Lily said, ignoring her sisters remarks. “Since when are you on a first name basis with him? He is not even family yet. And of course I had to act ‘daft’. What would ‘Billy’ think of me if I came running out like a childish school girl swooning over her first crush?”

Lily had placed purposeful emphasis on ‘daft’ and ‘Billy’ as she spoke. Deirdre rolled her eyes and walked toward the door to go inside.

“I believe he would think you have been spending far too much time around mother if you’re beginning to worry about the opinion others may have where they have no right an opinion at all. And, so be it. I would not blame him for doing so. Every girl is interested in Mr. Mortensen, including the wives, which means Billy would have not found it one bit out of the ordinary to see a fine lady as yourself curious about him.” Lily frowned slightly at Deirdre’s words. “And furthermore, I haven’t found much gossip anyway. If anything, I have more questions then what I started with. All Billy wanted to ask was if he may give me an introduction.”

“An introduction!” Lily squealed. “Why, that’s fabulous news! I am sorry that I may have came out a bit motherly. I should not pry. I am just so excited for you and no other woman deserves an introduction to Mr. Mortensen than yourself.”

“I accept your apology,” Deirdre said with a smile. “We should be heading up to our bed chambers. We wouldn’t want to be late for the ball. Mother is insisting I be ready promptly at eight for my entrance.”

“You wouldn’t want to upset mother,” Lily said. “And speaking of guests, I almost forgot to tell you! Julianna Larson has sent a telegram and it just arrived today. She is coming in for your birthday. Isn’t that marvelous!”

“Julianna!” Deirdre’s face lit up. She put her hands to her mouth to cover her gaping mouth. “That is marvelous, indeed! Why, I haven’t seen her in close to a year. Did she say when she would be arriving? I must see her when she steps off the carriage.”

“She did not say when exactly,” Lily answered. “Only that she would be arriving today as a surprise for your birthday. She also said she was bringing along two guests, a Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Monaghan. She spoke briefly of how they met and how she positively can not wait for us to meet Mrs. Monaghan. She says she will fit the Capellarious mold just as she.”

“Well, this is a surprise. Father will be delighted to hear the news. He always did find Julianna to be like a fifth daughter. I should think six may be a bit more than he can chew. It’s not as though the four of us haven’t tried his patience enough,” Deirdre said audaciously. “Mother, no doubt, will be less than pleased. It was never a secret that mother found Julianna less than appealing, especially since she always found society opinion to be complete rubbish.”

“Her loathing for Julianna will not put a damper on her visit or your birthday.” Lily took her sister by the hand and led her away from the backdoor. “We have no time left for chatter about our guests. We must prepare for the evening festivities if we are to arrive on time.”

Argh! *should be getting ready for work* I wish I had more time to comment!

Anyway, just wanted to drop in and say that this chapter was greatness (of course, haha). Lily is such a silly-head; I love it haha! And this Mr. Mortensten-hmmm... :tsk: Now this should be interesting!

And me (Julianna haha)! Yay :D Bringing along Dommy and (I'm guessing) you/Stacia no less hehehehe... like a fifth daughter, eh? Poor man (Mr Capellarious, that is), his wife alone would be enough to drive me up the wall! Hehe...

Oh stink! I'm running late! Lovely chapter Stacy! I'm super excited for this ball haha!

Tchao!

ps YAY for you getting your laptop back!

STACY!!! I have to tell you....this is amazing!!!! You have got the style of the period down perfectly. I am immediately transported to a time of proper language, etiquette, and long flowing dresses when I read this. It is so wonderful, I commend you on getting it down so well, I know it must be hard to write in a different way than you are used to speaking. You rock!!!

I love the way Lily was spying on Deirdre and Billy! :laugh: I could just picture her face smashed against the glass!

And, for some reason, this made me laugh forever. :laugh: I suppose because I had just been admiring a picture of a scruffy Billy before I read this. ;-)

Yay for Julianna's return....and for the mysterious Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan! Squee!

I'm so glad you're back! :love:

Ooh, a party!!! And then Mr Darcy...ah...Mortensen walks through the door and all the ladies swoon and go like this :wub: :faint: and then Deirdre falls MADLY in love and they all live happily ever after! Right? Right???

Hehe, Lily's so sneaky. Good girl! lol

Shamelessly borrowing Mone's words, because I share every one of them. i was reading with my jaws dropped down in pure awe, I told her yesterday: this is so effing brilliant!

I mean, I love it so much, it's the kind of writing that makes me feel so humble and small, but in a good way, I s'pose. Then, I must admit it, I am so flattered and excited about the role you gave me, and the way you can twist and bend plots to tangle together!

I LOVE Billy, he is so cute when he is concerned, but still a poised man. Sure Am loves his attitude here. And, you cannot slip in something as casual as 'maybe Mr. Mortensen will ask a dance'. Hello?? You know who you're talking to?? It's enough to make me hyperventilate.

really, this is amazing beyond words!

Great great great update.
I can only repeat what everybody else all ready said;
you really have captured the language and social behaviour of the time.
I am totally in awe...and I truly wonder how you did it.
Gosh woman that must have taken a lot of research.

I also abso;lutly love the plot twists,
sounds all pretty intriging *smiles*
Can't wait to see how it all unfolds!

Late reader chiming in here...basically echoing everyone's sentiments.

This is absolutely brilliant, I'm so amazed at the dialect and the feel of Austen that you have got going on. As Mena said, it really humbles me as a writer.

Sorry for the lame post...but I wanted to let you know that I am all caught up and really enoying this. :love:

Sorry to be late with replying, but come internet worm, rain, or snow, I shall read this! I'm glad you got your computer back and working, wow, five viruses, that must be a record, haha. I once had a virus and a worm at the same time, boy was that "fun".

Anyway, this story is absolutely amazing! I love it! Every time I read something here it makes me feel like I've been sent back in time to the old 1700s or thereabouts. They're just so...quaint! ^_^ I also love everyone's cheeky comments and polite manner, I mean, Billy asked Deirdre for a walk around the garden, that's beyond adorable. *sigh* If only guys were like that now...

This just amused me vastly...that there would be a societal uproar over Deirdre's goosebumps, hehe. :tehee:

You know, he has a good point...if she turns down the whole town she won't have anybody left! :lol: And wow, eleven is a lot. Haha, go Deirdre.

BUSTED! Such a good burn on Deirdre's part, ahaha, I loved that part. I could just picture Lily's expression of "heh heh..." :lmao:

Yes! Go Julianna! That's just too funny that their mom seems so put off by her character, she sounds interesting indeed. And she's bringing Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan, hmm? That should prove amusing. I simply cannot wait. :woot:

Awesome chapter, Stacy! :hug:

I'm so happy everyone is enjoying my fic!! ^_^
You girls are the best. I always feel so good to come on and read your comments.

I have the third chapter up and ready to roll!

Chapter 3

“Julianna, how good it is to see you!” Deirdre said with a genuine smile. The entire family was present for the arrival of Miss Larson and her companions, Mr. And Mrs. Monaghan.

Mr. Monaghan, Deirdre noticed, was not quite how she pictured him to be in her mind. He had a radiant face which served him most amiably. It had been immediately set in her mind that Mr. Monaghan would be one of great arrogance. However, she was quite wrong indeed. He was a splendid man with a dimple in his cheek and a twinkle in his eye. Mrs. Monaghan seemed joyous and a seamless match to complete him.

“It has been far too long between our meetings good friends,” Julianna said. “May I introduce you to my traveling companions and best friends of home?”

“You may,” Mr. Capellarious stated.

“This is Mr. Dominic Monaghan and wife Mrs. Stacia Monaghan,” she said with a grin. “They have been married only two months now. Mr. Monaghan has quite an estate to boast of and I do tell Stacia how deeply jealous I am of her being able to tend to such a resplendent home.”

“Now, Julianna,” Mr. Monaghan said. “This is not a proper time to be sending my cheeks a flush. I am a modest man and it will do no good to show embarrassment to such a respected household of the London Quarter.”

Everyone gave a light laugh as Millie and the rest of the house maids finished gathering the guests belongings. They went about their business quietly as any servant should and showed no sign of remorse when their presence went unnoticed.

Millie’s daughter, Margaret, stood in a nearby doorway with a silver tray set with tea. Deirdre seemed to be the only one who noticed the derisive gleam in her eye. The authority of her family put a pout on Maggie’s face and it made her glower so. She was in her mid-twenties and had much in common with Deirdre herself. When she wasn’t tending to the daily duties Mr. And Mrs. Capellarious set for her, Deirdre would often offer tea and a chair in the drawing room. This was frowned upon by Mrs. Capellarious and, to her surprise, Emma. It wasn’t often a sister agreed with their mother on such issues. Emma stressed to her time and again that, yes, she did find Deirdre a unique, free spirit, sort of woman but, inviting the servants to tea put a new meaning to intolerable.

Like any young lady of society, however, Margaret loved to flap her tongue of gossip. Not so much as Mrs. Capellarious but, she was always interested in knowing the latest news from London. Her curiosity grew somewhat larger than Deirdre had suspected when news of the new man in town arrived. Margaret, or often referred to as Maggie by her mother, was careful what she spoke of to whom. Deirdre knew things that even Margaret’s mother was ignorant of. Her imagination somewhat got the better of her at the worst of times. The way Margaret spoke of Mr. Mortensen, it sadden Deirdre to know that it was impossible for such a match.

“Julianna, dear, our Millie has your bedroom quarters ready. I do hope you find them most comfortable after your long day of travel,” Mr. Capellarious said. He puffed a pipe with a sweet smelling tobacco which smelled of cedar.

“I appreciate your hospitality,” Julianna said. “I am sure the rooms are most comfortable.”

“Millie, do show our guests upstairs,” Mr. Capellarious started. He then gave his attention back to the guests. “Tea and cakes will be ready in the parlor in twenty minutes.”

Mrs. Capellarious looked only somewhat interested in their new house guests. Deirdre thought to herself that her mother was behaving like a child. It was contrasting to her regular behavior toward the wealthy. Only because she knew Julianna before she was married did she act so unjust. It was reputable that a Capellarious act of the up most class toward strangers and Mrs. Capellarious seemed to have forgotten Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan all together.

***

“Mr. Monaghan, do tell us of your home,” Adelaide requested after everyone was settled with tea poured and cakes in hand. “I’ve heard the estates in the north are a spectacular sight indeed.”

“Perhaps they are but, I do think it depends on who is asking. It is not so marvelous as your own home yet, I believe most in England would agree that not many can be compared to such a spectacle as the Capellarious estate. One who is of middle class may think my home similar to that of a palace but, I can not speak for those of middle class so, I can not say if their sights are as spectacular as rumor brings,” Mr. Monaghan answered.

“What my husband is attempting to say is that he is not so easily opinionated as some,” Mrs. Monaghan interjected. “He prides himself on being humble.”

“We all like to believe we’re humble,” Julianna said to the family. “But, I must agree with Stacia, Dominic will not give you a straight answer without first discussing both sides of a situation.”

Mr. Capellarious gave a hearty laugh as though he were fully enjoying the topic of discussion. Emma and Lily held back a rude snort each by covering their mouths in the most polite manor they could achieve. Emma even gave a small cough declaring that she choked on a piece of cake.

“Emma, do take smaller bites,” Mrs. Capellarious said curtly.

Deirdre did not want to take any further part of such a discussion on humbleness and the sort. It was her intention to get ready for her birthday and get ready is what she planned on doing. She stood up and straightening her skirts.

“Do excuse me,” she began. “I have much to do before my birthday and I’m afraid I will never be ready on time if I do not start right away with my bath.”

“I agree,” Adelaide said. She took her sisters’ lead and stood up with her. “My dress needs attention and I must find Millie to add the final touches.”

Deirdre looked at her sister and held an urge to grin cheekily. Adelaide was pleased that she made an attempt to excuse herself however, Adelaide wasn’t the only one who saw it her way. Just then, Julianna also stood.

“Deirdre is right. I appreciate the tea and cake, Mrs. Capellarious. They were wonderful. We all have an extravagant event to be looking forward to and I think it time to retire to my room until the evening,” she stated. “I am simply ecstatic to meet this new man I heard of on my way through town. All the girls boasted of his handsomeness.”

This caught the ear of Margaret, who stood silently in the far corner, awaiting her next order. Once again, no one noticed her frown except Deirdre and she couldn’t help but frown too.

***

Guests began arriving at The Grand Hall right on time. The richest were chauffeured in carriages of the grandest nature. Even the horses were well groomed and tended to like kings. Butlers helped Lady after Lady from her carriage, while they gave a most respectful bow to their gentlemen.

Deirdre Capellarious’ birthday had finally arrived and all the talk of the most spectacular ball of the year seemed to do its justice in the eyes of its patrons. A loud murmur of mixed voices and laughter filled the hall with complete delight. Only the highest and newest London styles were found on the marble floor. Gentlemen and ladies alike walked about studiously, as only loyalty should, however they were having a grand time.

A large golden staircase rose to an upper floor and the largest chandelier in London hung above, glittering the dance floor with an array of yellow light. The ceiling rose high and was detailed in the old 17th century façade, while the walls followed suit in décor. Ribbons and flowers decorated the staircase railing and candles flickered in their holders every few feet along each side of the walls. A orchestra of fifty-plus people sat together in a far corner with their done up matching, black tuxedos. They were a handsome sight and their black top hats only added to their splendor.

Deirdre stood nervously and out of sight, peeking around a corner from a top the staircase. She now understood firsthand how her mother felt when such occasions penetrated her nerves. It was an unpleasant, yet, exciting feeling for Deirdre. All of her sisters were below, speaking to one wealthy being or another, laughing full out at the most appropriate places. Having spoken with many first class people, her and her sisters were highly trained at when to laugh and when not to. It was greatly disrespectful to seem uninterested in what the wealthy have to say. In turn, she also knew that the same also worked in reverse when people of equal or less importance spoke with her.

Mr. Capellarious stood at the hall entrance, while Mrs. Capellarious stood beside him. The, tall, most resplendent doors were a manifestation all in their own, reaching high, and Deirdre could only imagine how many people it took to open one each. Her father bowed each guest in, welcoming them, while her mother received a countless amounts of curtsies and kisses upon her hand.

Deirdre smiled and her heart lifted when a delightful, childhood friend of hers entered the hall. Miss Beth Taylor was accompanied by a man she could not recognize from her current position and she wished she could throw out all dignity and run down the stairs in a childish manner to hug and kiss her old friend. She did not want to think of the consequence her mother would place on her for having caused an uproar in front of all the finest London had to offer. However, she knew Lily and Adelaide would have found it brilliant indeed.

Beth looked to be giving her mother and father an introduction to her companion. Shockingly, both Mr. and Mrs. Capellarious looked to have approved to the escort and once again, her mother received a low bow and a kiss upon her hand.

Beth was always a lovely young woman with handsome features. She looked magnificently this evening, her hair in curls of gold and a shockingly adoring dress with white lace. With such a distance between them, it was all Deirdre good attain from her friend at the moment.

“Deirdre, is that Beth Taylor?”

Deirdre jumped in fright as her heart sped to her throat in surprise. She turned to find Julianna staring out at the party around the opposite corner across the stairway. The noise was at such a level that they could speak normally at several feet apart without being heard.

“Julianna, you have scared me to death,” she acclaimed at her friend, while clutching at her chest.

“Do forgive me,” she asked with a smile. “Only, I had to come and warn you before you received a shock to your composure.”

“What are you talking about?”

Julianna looked down the stairs at the guests and quickly ran across to where Deirdre had been spying.

“Mr. Mortensen,” she began with glee. Julianna held Deirdre’s white gloved hands in her own and looked close to bursting. “He is waiting for your father. No one knows he’s here. I saw him in the back parlor pacing with a cup of tea. I must say he is quite handsome and sounds amiable beyond my dreams. I am so jealous of you. I overheard him saying he was going to give you a private introduction before your appearance at the party. He spoke your name and I daresay when you hear it you will swoon in love. His nervous talking to himself seems out of place with the rumors that seem to follow him everywhere.”

Deirdre wasn’t quite sure how to react to the fresh news Julianna had disclosed upon her. Yes, it was obvious that she was going to meet Mr. Mortensen before the night end, however, so soon and in private; she wasn’t sure her bravery was up to the task.

“Thank you, Julianna, for the warning,” she exclaimed. “But, I think an immediate shock would have been better for my heart. For now, I do not think I can hold in my apprehension without feeling slightly ill.”

“Sweet Deirdre, you will be lovely. Just act yourself and there will be no worries.”

Acting as herself was exactly what she was worried about. Knowing her, her nerves would out do themselves at the most unwanted time.

I love this more than I thought was clinically possible to love something.

:cloud#9:

This chapter was amazing!!!! Goodness, Lady, you have done your homework and are doing such an outstanding job at capturing the mannerisms and speech of the time period. I am always transported back in time when I read this, and I love it so! You rock!

I loved this little bit about Dom and Stacia. It seems so fitting! :love:

Oh, that made me laugh! Take smaller bites, indeed. :lmao: Naughty, giggling girls!

Hmm, I'm not sure how to feel about this. It isn't fair for poor Margaret that she must be looked down upon as a servant, but why does she seem so affected when they mention Mr. Mortensen? Is she just angry that she won't get the chance to meet him? I dunno, it all makes me nervous.

A perfect description here...perfect, I say! I can see it so clearly in my mind...I want a staircase like that!

This description of Viggo already makes me want to swoon with love. How cute!!!!

Awww, *hugs Deirdre* you shall behave splendidly and Mr. Mortensen shall be smitten forever and ever.

Right? ^_^

Chapter!! *cheers*

Ack! So lovely- you make me want to run into the other room to find and read all of P&P everytime I read more of this story *laughs* I love the way it's written- different. Different is certainly good :)

Ah- See Celly?! I told you that you wouldn't just be a maid! Now I wonder who's with her *about dies of curiousity*

And Viggo :wub: sounds wonderful- I can't wait for Deirdre to meet him!

Julianna's married eh? I suppose that make sense; I just sort of did a double-take- like, "Eh?...Oh *shrugs*"....Yeeeaaa....haha...

Anyway, I'm off before I am further stolen into babble-land. Just wanted to say hullo and that I adore this fic. Till your next chapter then! :bye:

*skips off*

My love for this story has no words. Everything about it is just so perfect!

A few things I must mention...

Oh how cute is Dom in this? So cute. I love the description of Dom and his stunning wife Stacia. They seem like quite a pair.

Hm...Maggie has me a bit perplexed. It seems that she is a bit bitter about her standing in life, but she does seem to get along with Deirdre quite well. But her reactions to Mr. Mortensen have me raising an eyebrow. I just hope this doesn't become a problem...her interest in him.

I know that Amber already quoted this, but it was too good to not quote it again. Honestly, I had a good giggle over this. I can imagine Lily and Emma trying to stifle their laughter and trying to be all prim and proper when all they want to do is let out a huge racious laugh that would shock their mother. See, trying to be prim and proper can be hazardous to ones health...tis a choking hazard. :lmao:

Doesn't that seem to be the case for everyone. I am sure Deirdre will be just fine and if not, I am sure she will leave a lasting impression on Mr. Mortensen.

Hey!! This is a really good story so far. I love how you describe all the characters. Details are really important and you've got that down. :bow:

This is really good, I can't wait to see more :)

Katie

*super big sigghhhh*

I want to be rich, and British, and beautiful, and a birthday girl, and an elfedr sister to all my girls, and I want it NOW.

Okay, I know I can't but reading this really brings me in another raity, and I'm so grateful of it.

Now, Maggie's behaviour maes me wonder.. what will happen with her?

but, yay for Mr and Mrs. Dominic Monaghan, and, you know it babe, I am feaking out over the introduction to M. Mortensen like I was truly there. ease my painnnn!!

:bow:

Another great chapter.
And I cannot do anything else but be totally awed by the way you write it.
The social codes, the language, the behaviour. It all seems genuine and that must take you so much work and research.

I also wonder what is up with Margaret. Being a servant in that time must have been very hard. And she does seem to have an interest in Mr Mortensen. Which can only lead to disaster...if you look at it from the social point of view that was upheld in those days.

I also loved your descriptions of the stairs and how the house was decorated. It sounds exquisite!

Great update dear. I am definitly looking forward to reading more!

Oh SQUEEE I love balls!!!

Dude, I so didn't just say that...

ANYWAY...this is so exciting!!! I'm so nervous for Deirdre, but so excited at the same time...he sounds GORGEOUS (which we all know he is) but we also know YOU, Stace, and we know there's gonna be twists and turns and evil cliffhangers....and I can't wait for them!!!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have I already told you that I'm in love with this story? Because I am! ^_^

I love how you've set this up, how everyone talks and moves and acts and how everything looks is just perfect, you'd think it was a word for word story of something that happened back then. Oh, and the way you described the ball and how everything was decorated and all was fantastic.

I know Amber and Blondie quoted it already, but the paragraph about Deirdre's bias against Dom being cleared up was great, I loved how you described Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan, I can tell that I'm going to like them! :yay:

:tehee: This comment made me giggle, I wouldn't be able to say something without bursting into laughter, I mean, Dom saying "sending my cheeks a flush", hehe, that was great! The playful reprimanding, you can tell that they're good friends.

*snickers* I love it...Mr Capellarious is one of my favorite characters, very Mr. Bennet-ish in the best way. It's great though, the sisters cracking up and then trying to cover it up. It amuses me so. :lol:

Yay! Me! Beth! *does a happy dance* Awww that was cute how Deirdre wanted to just run down the stairs to hug her, I'm sure Beth would toss dignity for the moment too and hug her back. ^_^ But ooh, who is Beth with? *very curious* And Julianna's married? Awesome! This is shaping up to be very interesting, indeed.

:wub: You make Viggo seem so incredibly debonaire with that one sentence! I want to know a guy who makes me swoon in love just by saying my name! *laughs*

Amazing job here, I love this!

Thanks girls! I just love reading everyone's comments. I'm so pumped about writing this fic. Almost as much as I was for when I very first started 'Vampirism'. :)
Anywho, I've got the fourth chapter for your reading enjoyment.


Chapter 4

Deirdre sat, looking at a particularly interesting spot on the floor, doing all that was possible not to look Mr. Mortensen in the eye. His introduction was enough to cause any respectable girl to swoon into a puddle at his feet. It was nearly impossible to control her breathing which, unfortunately, did her heart beat no favors at all.

“Miss Capellarious,” Mr. Mortensen spoke. His voice was pure masculinity and was most certainly one of the finest sounds Deirdre had heard in quite some time. “Your father was most considerate in allowing me to be in your graces this evening. It should be an event to commemorate for time to come. The finest of London has been conversing of your big day for the whole of two fortnights since my arrival. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Mr. Mortensen, please,” Deirdre began. She felt her cheeks flush in a soft heat. She rose from her standing position, straightening her dress, though, there were no wrinkles to be straightened. “The town has been just bustling since the first word of your coming to New Castle. The gossip among the ladies has been something to exceed that of my own mothers and, I must say, if you have met my mother you would fully understand what I speak of.”

Viggo gave a low chuckle and the small lines which appeared around his eyes made him look somewhat older than she would have guessed him to be. “Believe me, Miss Capellarious, I have heard much of your mother. I was able to meet a Miss Taylor in town and she spoke quite excessively of her.”

“I will have to thank Miss Taylor for her inability to watch her tongue,” Deirdre spoke. Actually, the next time she met Beth Taylor she would congratulate her for making her mother look ridiculous.

Viggo chuckled again and Deirdre did her best to cover her face with a gloved hand. She could feel the heat rise up her cheeks in a hot wave. It was complete, her embarrassment had risen to a height she wished, she hoped, she could have avoided. If only Emma were there to save her. She always had a keen sense of vocabulary when it came to the gentlemen.

“Miss, Capellarious, I hope I am not being too forward by asking your hand at the appearance of your celebration.”

Deirdre had suddenly forgotten her embarrassment, which was replaced by astonishment. It had taken her a few heartbeats to realize that Mr. Mortensen had, in fact, asked to escort her to her birthday party in front of a hundred of her nearest friends and family, not to mention, the most respectable names in all of London. The fact that her entire family had done nothing but expect her to dance with the new man in town, now known as Mr. Viggo Mortensen, who was standing directly in front of her, seemed to be extraneous at the time. Now, she had done nothing but worry about not passing out whilst walking down the sleek stairs and into the throng of her birthday guests.

“I would be honored,” she said.

“Brilliant!” Mr. Mortensen held out an arm and Deirdre grasped it with her own. She wasn’t nearly as excited as she thought she would have been, holding Mr. Mortensen’s arm, it fit perfectly in the curve of her arm. “You know, I hear Ms. de la Corte will be making an appearance tonight.”

Deirdre felt herself begin to gape. It wouldn’t do at all to stand open-mouthed in front of such a man. It just wasn’t lady-like. It took several seconds for her to find her voice but, she managed to speak, “Ms. De la Corte?”

Viggo nodded.

Ms. Aryanna de la Corte, one of London’s richest Ladies, was highly recognized. Also, most unfortunately, she was very friendly with her mother. They fed off each others ability to be pungent and doing so at the most embarrassing moments of others, namely herself. Miss de la Corte soaked in every bit of her mothers likes and dislikes like a sponge that soaks up filthy germs. It was the only way Deirdre knew how to compare them. Be that as it may, since Deirdre’s mother made it no secret that she was not her favorite daughter Miss de la Corte followed suit in every aspect of the term. She would not be one bit surprised to see Aryanna de la Court with her pointy nose in the air as Mr. Mortensen escorted her down the stairway.

“It is nearly time,” Mr. Mortensen spoke. It caused a slight embarrassing squeak to protrude from her lips at his voice. “I’m sorry if I startled you. Do forgive me.”

How was it possible for anyone not to forgive such a charming, delectable man? Why, his smile alone could win the hearts of even the most stubborn of women. Herself included, or so her mother would preach.

Deirdre heard the faint bustle of the orchestra beneath them and took in a large breath of air. It felt wonderful as she filled her lungs. Also, her heart wasn’t in such a mood to go for a race either, which was a small detail that she hoped would go unnoticed while in the arms embrace of Mr. Mortensen. His potential to be an excellent husband was so great that even just simply holding his arm she felt comfortable. She noticed his glance and it wasn’t one where he was aiming for her eyes. It seemed very much inappropriate for him to be staring at her bare flesh and a part of her wanted to protest but, again, it felt so very right and she would almost have welcomed it had it been different circumstances.

“I believe my mother would be very disapproving of your staring at my bosom,” Deirdre spoke. She looked straight ahead and made perfectly sure her eye contact was at the door and not him. Her cheeks would have given her true feelings away. “She is more interested at your spinning of the dance floor. I can only assume that you would know that once you have been put on my mothers bad list it is seldom anyone makes it off.”

“I did not assume otherwise and I am very sorry for not behaving. I will do better in the future. However, it is not your mothers list I am worried about. Of course, being on her good side can only help matters, it is your naughty list I can only hope not to see my name on.”

“Oh, Mr. Mortensen, I have no doubt, what so ever, in my mind that you could be naughty in your own meaning of the term. Perhaps, if tonight goes well, you may teach me some of those naughty things I can only assume you’ve achieved before.”

After Deirdre spoke she wished she could have had it back. Mr. Mortensen threw his head back and laughed boisterously. She didn’t need to be looking at him for his notice of her blushing cheeks. She felt her hands begin to sweat under her elbow length white gloves. She could only thank her stars that she had chosen a pair of gloves to wear from her afternoon shopping with her sisters. Emma had insisted it would look divine with her full gown.

“Miss Capellarious, I would not have expected such a bold statement from someone such as yourself.”

“Such as myself?” She questioned. “And what, pray, are your words suppose to assume? Do you find my colorfulness as being brash or just simply easy?”

“Deirdre, dear, I find you neither brash nor easy. I have heard more than one word spoken of you and I understand, rumor or no, that your heart desires someone who is true, respectful… handsome even. Your mother would have a few more gray to her golden tresses if she was aware of any daughter of hers prancing around like some ninny.”

The comment turned Deirdre’s lips into a soft smile. Her cheeks were no less flush, however, she could feel her spirits rise over her excitement to tell her sisters about the town’s new prospect and what a sense of humor he possesses. Emma would be quite enraptured by his light jesting. She would find it perfectly humorous that a gentleman of his stature could so easily make fun. In fact, it surprised even her that he possessed a light tongue.

Mr. Mortensen led her toward the staircase where it’s brilliantly decorated handrails flowed with ease into a throng of guests. A large clock of gold and silver began to dong. Eight o’clock was it’s message to the gentlemen and ladies in their top hats and expensively accessorized gowns of only London’s finest fabrics. In fact, Deirdre had heard that Miss de la Corte had a gown made that took three months to finish. She expected to see nothing but a ravish woman basking in her popularity. It nearly made Deirdre want to become sick as she thought of it. As it were, the clock ended its announcement and all conversation began to fade away as they took their attention to where Mr. Mortensen and herself stood.

There was a moment of complete silence before the orchestra began a soft tune. It was their cue to begin their entrance and before she could allow Mr. Mortensen to escort her, she looked up into his cerulean eyes and for the first time they shared a moment of understanding without a spoken word. He nodded his head and she turned forward, rose her shoulders, slouching would have put her mother in a disagreeable mood for the evening, and took in a deep breath. She could smell the musky scent of Mr. Mortensen’s fragrance fill her nose and it scent her head into a state of utter comfort.

As she walked arm in arm with the most talked of man in London, she could see people begin to whisper to each other and make astonished looks of surprise. She felt exceedingly important as she took notice of Miss de la Court pouting her perfectly plump lips. Her sisters were giggling in the background while their mother had the most shrewd look of satisfaction painted on her face.

“My, you are popular,” she heard Mr. Mortensen whisper without turning his head.

It felt as though an entire lifetime passed before she they had made it to the bottom of the stairs. A gallant tune began and Mr. Mortensen spun her before him and bowed low. Deirdre gave him her best curtsy and they started the evening by spinning the dance floor for her guests. Slowly, others began to join them and a soft drivel arose again.

“Did you see the foul look Miss de la Court failed to suppress as you walked by? Someone would have mistook you for swaggering by that show of jealousy.” Deirdre frowned at his giddiness.

“Are you trying to boast your greatness?” She asked amusedly.

“My greatness?” His astonishment was most pleasing to her. “I do not purposefully show off myself. I only meant that the spotlight was not in her favor and she made no attempt to hide the fact.”

Deirdre giggled. “I was only making fun. I hope I did not bruise your pride. Forgive me.”

“Oh, Deirdre, I enjoy your playfulness.” Viggo spun her in a tight circle. “I believe you and I could be great friends. And, if I may be so lucky, perhaps I really will get to show off my naughty behavior.”

“You have succeeded in making me blush more times than I would like to admit in so short a time. I wonder if it is possible that my cheeks could carry on a soft pink color that I make every effort for instead of tomato red that you seem to be able to color them so easily.”

Mr. Mortensen bowed at her comment. “I am humbled.”

The orchestra played its final chord of the song and everyone began a raucous round of applause. As the next tune began guests began to change partners or otherwise find a cooling corner to catch their breath.

“Mr. Mortensen, may I interrupt?”

Deirdre spun to find Mr. Boyd beaming from one ear to the next. His posture was something to make her mother proud. In fact, it did make her proud. She took every effort to use him as an example of how a proper human being should pose. She also took great notice in that he had shaved like she previously thought he should have while walking in the garden. Sometimes he can surprise even her.

Mr. Mortensen stepped aside gladly as Mr. Boyd took her hand. He thanked Deirdre for his opportunity and disappeared into the crowd.

“So, has Mr. Mortensen suited your fancy? I will take, as promised, full responsibility if you did not enjoy his presence at your entrance,” he said with a hopeful smile.

“It was you who arranged him as escort!” Deirdre exclaimed. “I do not understand why I am so surprised after the walk we had however, I did not think you capable of having that close a connection. I do apologize for being so discourteous with you earlier. You have earned my approval and it was an excellent birthday present!”

Mr. Boyd bounced on a heal in delight. “I must say every lady in the building has similar agreements on how handsome and agreeable he is. Why, I had to watch as even my Adelaide took great strength not to swoon at his presence. She was not the only taken lady who failed to forget so.”

“Then I must consider myself lucky,” she replied.

“And, you shall. However, I do hope that he will not become the final man in a full dozen of rejections. The town will become decisively perplexed as to what happiness should suit the eldest of the Capellarious daughters should this attempt at love fail.”

Deirdre felt her cheeks flush red for yet another time in only the start of a long evening. If her pace were to keep up she would never have to worry about applying a fresh pat of blush upon her face. Mr. Boyd she would have not suspected as a perpetrator for coloring her skin so, yet, it was what it was and she could not hide her embarrassment easily.

“Mr. Boyd, I have not yet met a dozen men to my disliking. It has been only nine.” Deirdre paused a moment. She looked into Billy’s eyes and sighed. “Well, I suppose it has.”

Mr. Boyd gave a sly look as if to say it didn’t matter how many potential men she had turned down at that point. It was still more than any woman dare to put behind her and still, the entire town loved her and was curious about her. She does not enjoy boasting on her own behalf but, lately, it seemed she could do nothing wrong in the eyes of the townspeople. Her mother and Miss de la Corte excluded, of course.

“In either case, I do hope things work out this time,” Mr. Boyd said. He took Deirdre’s hand and spun her, as did every other man in the room to their partner. “I think some of the town would be disappointed that their conversation will not be so entertaining if Mr. Mortensen were a keeper rather than rejection. You have kept everyone guessing. I am surprised no one has placed bets for sport on what exactly you consider in a man. Who knows, maybe they have.”

“I wouldn’t want to know if they had,” Deirdre snapped. “It’s none of their business why I have not found a husband. They shouldn’t be digging their nose into other peoples affairs anyway.”

“Of course not.”

“And, furthermore, if I choose to make my standards unlike how society has shaped them than there should be no judgment from the flapping tongues of New Castle. I’ve already heard an earful enough from my mother and Miss de la Corte is persuaded that I shall forever be an old maid, which I intend not to be.”

“Miss Capellarious, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met and that is more of a compliment than you know. It’s good to see women sticking up for themselves nowadays. You do not have to prove your fervent behavior through your highly accounted for abilities in the arts. You just shut a door in front of every man to walk toward you. It is highly unique and I enjoy it, so.”

“You only enjoy it because I have not slammed a door in your face Billy Boyd,” Deirdre said with a mocking grin.

“Only because I found your dear sister first,” Mr. Boyd answered. “She is a beautiful woman, is she not?”

“She is,” Deirdre stated. “You are lucky she is not so demanding.”

“Indeed.” Mr. Boyd bowed at the end of the dance and Deirdre gave a slight curtsey. “I must be off to find my dear wife before her temper becomes unmanageable. Enjoy your party.”

“I will, Mr. Boyd, thank you.”

Deirdre walked away from Mr. Boyd with a light spring in her step. He had no idea how completely happy he had made her. Mr. Mortensen was a fine gentleman and not to mention perfectly handsome in everyway.

Holy Mother of od.. I swear my sister just entered the room and yelled: YOU'RE SWOONING!!

I am, actually. I was blushing like poor Deidre here, and for a moment I feared she'd passed out, because if it happened, well, I would have fainted too.

I mean.. take descriptions like this:

eeek, everybody will be there, staring! And then, she makes one of her witty comments and he enjoys them?

Honestly, I thought i was dying here:

I sayd: oh no, aloud. I actually feared she skunked herself!

Now, sin't Billy the most adorable man ever? :wub:

I'll be day dreaming about ths fabulous entrance to sleep, for sure!

Thanks from a very dreamy me, Stacy!

Ah ha! Viggo reminds me so much of Teddy, with his jokes about naughty behaviour and such :laugh: I love him already!!

Hopefully this Jo March won't refuse your "Teddy" *sniggers*

Sorry, must run. Loved the chapter though, and Billy's a great character *hugs him*

Tchao! *runs off*

Oh wow....you know what? You made me swoon, too! And, that's saying a lot, for as much as I love Viggo, I rarely swoon for him. But, you have managed it, my dear Stacia!!!!!

Something about the lines around his eyes made me sigh with romance. I dunno, I just think that is one of the most attractive things about Viggo. He's so manly! :cloud#9:

And, I got one thing to say about that....Chee-kay! Such a daring little speech that made me laugh aloud with glee!


And, Billy is so into setting Deirdre up with Viggo! He's like a girly matchmaker! :laugh: *smashes him*

Ohhh! She totally just in yo faced him! And, I loved it! Ohhhh!

Brilliance, as always. I heart this so very much!

Oh, LE SIGH!!!

I've always admired your dialogue, and in this, where every sentence is so perfectly stuctured, I love it even more! I just want to swoon over Viggo, and stick my nose up at all the other women! lol Beautiful, beautiful chap!!! :)

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
I am so happy I made everyone swoon after my Viggo description. He's not exactly my favorite but, I had lots of fun thinking up his character!!

I will be posting my next chapter within a couple days. There was some things I had to change. :)

:hug:
~Stacy~

Omg I totally missed this chappie.
How bad of me.......especially since I am making my first appearance
*grins*
I don't come across as a nice person...now do I?! :devil:

I loved this chappie Stacy
The interactions and the dialogues are sublime.
And I love the whole interaction between Deirdre and Viggo.
It was hilarious and very witty.

I wonder how it all will flow from here
:yes:

Oh Dana, thank you so much! It's ok that you missed two chaps. I seem to be making that a routine habit with the fics I read. :meh:

I've finally got another chap.

Chapter 5

“Mr. Mortensen…”

“Please, call me Viggo. I find formal behavior only to cause more discomfort than is necessary and we mustn’t have our Lady of Honor in discomfort on her birthday.”

Deirdre felt her cheeks flush again. It was similar to feeling feverish or having a few too many drinks. Her skin was fair and was lit by the fire of Viggo’s kind words. If her eyes could have blushed they would have too. They may as well have stayed so throughout the entire evening. Viggo smiled sweetly and it caused her heart to do things that should have been embarrassing in itself.

“Do you see that lady in the green standing over there?” Viggo turned Deirdre around by half a step and pointed her to look toward the far left wall.

The girl in question was quite petite and very handsome. Deirdre had felt a slight qualm of jealousy interrupt her beating heart. Of course, all women seemed to be jealous of one another no matter what the circumstance. Someone always had a prettier ribbon, a more handsome husband or a fancier household. It seemed that only your true friends and family kept you humbled however, jealousy still found a way to sneak its claws through the clams of even them.

“She is my sister’s greatest childhood friend, Miss Patricia Reeves,” he stated blissfully. “My sister has gone out of town on a last minute telegram she received by our Aunt. She asked Miss Reeves to fill in for her absence hoping she would enjoy the event as a once in a lifetime opportunity. You see, Miss Reeves and my sister are perfect opposites of each other as far as wealth and social acceptance is concerned. However, their personalities are quite similar.”

“Your sister must be an pleasurable woman to be around. My mother would hate her.” Deirdre answered. It caused Mr. Mortensen to throw his head back with a loud guffaw.

“My, you Capellarious sisters do have a high opinion of your mother,” he stated through the dying of his laughter. “About as high as an ant can stand on two legs, that is.”

That made Deirdre laugh, now. She felt herself become slightly embarrassed for making such awful accusations about Miss Reeves. She was attractive and Deirdre would not have slighted her one bit on her status had she not known the difference. After all, who was she to decide who was wealthy and who was not? She was, in fact, ecstatic to find Miss Reeves having a good time. Deirdre could have giggled right then at what her mother would have said to having a peasant at her party. Even though it wasn’t her mother’s party, she would have expressed her mind-set as though it were hers anyway.

“How’s about an introduction?” Viggo asked gleefully. “It would make Miss Reeves and my sister most proud if she were to meet the guest of honor.”

“I think it an excellent idea,” Deirdre gushed.

“Excellent, indeed!”

Mr. Mortensen offered Deirdre a hand and she placed her own white gloved hand into his. It fit so perfectly in his palm and she would be without a doubt the luckiest girl in London to be able to touch his hand in private. Perhaps they would be walking along the riverside, picking dandelions and rubbing them on each others cheeks in admiring fashion. The touch of the soft golden sun would warm their hearts and there would be no sound expect the wind bustling in the leaves above them.

Before too long, Deirdre found herself standing only a few feet from Miss Reeves. She was even prettier close up that she had been before. The brown of her eyes would have made a chocolatier envious. Each piece of her perfectly silk hair was curled and placed just right a top her head in a crown. When she recognized Mr. Mortensen her face lit up with a wide smile and a glow of cheek.

“Viggo! How pleasantly surprised I am to see you here. This is an excellent ball and I’ve never seen so many handsome people all together at once. I really feel like royalty,” she sighed. “Even Miss Aryanna de la Court boasted on how beautiful my dress was.”

She gave a small sashay of hips as she spread her elegant gown out in a fan. It was a handsome dress. A deep green with silk ribbon bows tied at each hip. The neckline was less than modest and if she would have bent over in curtsy men would have turned to look.

“How is your sister?” She asked. “I do miss her. Have you heard?”

“I have not yet received a letter from Celeste. I suspect she has been quite busy with our Aunt. She is not getting any younger however, she still seems unable to slow down.” Viggo scratched his chin as though he were in deep wonder how it was possible.

“Oh heavens! Is this who I think it is? Bless me, it’s Deirdre Capellarious! I’ve heard such good things about you and you are indeed much more satisfactory in appearance than I’ve heard. The gossip of you having ginger locks of an angel is so much more…”

“Uh, Patricia, dear, I think Deirdre would much enjoy having her hand back,” Viggo said. Deirdre had been so enraptured by the buoyancy of Miss Reeves she could hardly notice the vigorous shaking of her hand inside Miss Reeves’.

“I do apologize, I’ve forgotten myself.” Miss Reeves curtsied low and Deirdre couldn’t help but shift a foot to her left to cover the exposure she was making of herself. Thankfully, no gentlemen had been paying too close attention.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you,” Deirdre said after Miss Reeves stood back up. “Viggo has said such wonderful things about you.”

“Oh, I assure you whatever Mr. Mortensen has to say about me can’t possibly be as magnificent as what I’ve heard of you and your sisters. You are very popular and, if I may, a handsome woman who deserves a man of equal beauty.”

Deirdre looked at Viggo, who rose an eyebrow. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such a bizarre comment. She hoped Viggo had passed as equally as handsome in her eyes, for Deirdre couldn’t possibly concur how herself could be near as beautiful as he. His crystalline blue eyes were as astounding as the ocean itself and his muscular physique, which was hidden under so many layers of fabric, gave much for the mind to inquire.

“Thank you, Miss Reeves,” is what she had settled for, unable to think another response.

“Patricia, perhaps we could catch up with you later in the evening. My throat is quite parched and I would like to have refreshment with Miss Capellarious,” Viggo stated.

“Of course,” Miss Reeves said. Deirdre was grateful for Viggo’s sudden excuse to leave. Perhaps he was able to see a look of discomfort on her face or perhaps he really were thirsty. Whatever the reason, she was grateful. People were beginning to stare at the excitement of Miss Reeves.

They gave their polite bows and curtsies. Miss Reeves gave another low curtsy and this time a young man, who Deirdre had never seen before, had noticed her exposed cleavage and gave a look of up most surprise. It amused Deirdre immensely. She walked away with Viggo and into what was one of the best nights of her life.

***

Deirdre curtsied as her last guest left for the evening. Most unfortunately, it had been Miss Aryanna de la Court who had stayed latest. Her pointed nose was in the air as she waved herself with a fan. It took great effort for Deirdre not to step on her hem accidentally as she walked out the door. Her mother had insisted she stay later, however, her father was always more acute of her wishes, even if they were not spoken. He had kindly suggested that it had been a long evening and the entertainment just wouldn’t be fit after conversing with the entire town for a whole night. Mrs. Capellarious had then agreed and they settled for tea the next afternoon. Deirdre was elated that she wouldn’t be present for the affair. Julianna had suggested a walk through the country side, gossiping of the party and giggling over favorite play areas as children.

“Father, mother, I’m quite tired. I think I will retire to my room for the evening. It’s been a splendid birthday party.”

Her father brushed a light pair of lips over her cheek and took her arms in his hands to have a look at her. He simply beamed which caused Deirdre to produce a smile of her own. “My daughter, you are so beautiful. No one is more deserving of such an affair.”

Deirdre was ready to thank her father when her mother interrupted. “She wouldn’t have needed such an extravagant bout of attention had she found a husband at a proper age.”

“Edda, for once can you not just be happy for your first born? Lately, I have heard nothing that you should not have rather bit your tongue while speaking to her,” Mr. Capellarious said. His brows were furrowed together. “I dare say I have been ashamed that you are my wife whilst speaking to our daughter in such a fashion. I will no longer tolerate your bitterness.”

It was rare that Deidre heard her father speak her mother’s first name openly. It showed casualty and that was only something done while in private with family and close friends. At least, that was what her mother had adhered to. Of course, society was right with everything. All the royals, nobles and highly respected households were to be treated with the up most respect. Meaning, in public even those nearest and dearest to were to acknowledge you by your rank in society and surname only. So, it was no astonishment that Deirdre watched her mother’s cheeks glow with embarrassment. Not a soul was left at the party, however, someone could have heard. It just would not do in her mother’s book.

Mrs. Capellarious stomped her foot and marched off toward the staircase. She glanced at her father who looked beside himself with happiness. Just as her mother was stomping up each step like a child her father bent to her ear and whispered. “I have been waiting a long time to say that.”

“Oh, father, you are a tease!” She laughed.

“I do pride myself on being able to tell a successful joke at least once a day.”

“And, at mother’s expense. I will not lie, I was wholly surprised at your show. I did not think anyone had the courage to test mother’s nerves as you have. I think you are possibly the only human being who could get away with such a bold statement.”

“I would not count on that so quickly,” he said in jest. “You do not always see the side your mother has when she is cross with me. No, I daresay her cheeks would boast the brightest in the town if they could have a peek at her. You know how she is with being proper.”

“All too well,” Deirdre stated.

“Go on now,.” Mr. Capellarious kissed his daughter on the forehead and gave her one last smile. “You have had a long evening. Scamper upstairs. I do believe you will find Miss Larson, Miss Taylor, Mrs. Monaghan and your sisters still bouncing like children; ready for your nights gossip. I wouldn’t want to take away the pleasure from such capricious women.”

“Oh father!”

“Say now, I’ve made two jokes in one evening and in less than ten minutes time,” Mr. Capellarious gloated playfully.

Deirdre couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She did love her father so. However, she did as she was told and kept her guests waiting no more. If she knew her sisters well enough, she would assume Lily was keeping spy on the door for her arrival. Emma would have probably been boasting of the gentlemen she had the pleasure of dancing with. Adelaide was not so much a flirt as Emma and quite less audacious as well so, she was more than likely calmly sitting at her mirror where she brushed out her hair in the evenings. Perhaps turning through a book as the excited atmosphere surrounded her like a blanket. She would be amused, of course, as her sisters went about gossiping at the men’s expense.

“If only everyone could be so lucky to have a father like you, the world would be quite a perfect place indeed,” Deirdre stated happily.

“Perhaps, however it would be much more boring. Wouldn’t you agree? Difference is what makes us mere humans go on.”

Deirdre laughed. “It is all too true.”

“Now go on,” Mr. Capellarious said with a low rasp.

“Thank you, father,” Deirdre said. She stood up on her toes to lightly brush a kiss upon his cheek. “Thank you for everything.”

Oh, lovely lovely lovely!

What a perfectly wonderful party! If only such events could exist outside fiction, huh? But I'm MOST pleased to see Deirdre and Mr Mortensen getting on so well... :tsk: hehe!

:love:

Makes two of us, honey!

Le, sigh. I don't think there has ever been a male character who has made me sigh so much in such a short space of time. And, yes, I think the ladies need a little gossip now!

*hugs dad*

yes, I like being spoilt, so what?

That was so fabulous, Stacy!

*smiles*

Great update Stacy!!!
It was quite funny in some parts to...with the overexposed cleavage *grins*
I bet that in those times men would have looked even harder then they do now :laugh: Which shows they hardly have learned anything :lmao: (sorry I know it is bad taste to laugh at your own jokes :blush: )

I also looooved tha part with Viggo...he is really amazing!
Very adorable you make him.

This part was really great, ehehehehe
Maybe she will keep her mouth shut for once. Good thing she has her dad cause her mother isn't really very nice.