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Scappatella [ Chapter 4 ] Shattered Glasses
SOUNDTRACK: Can't take my eyes on you cover by Joseph Vincent ( original song by Frankie Valli )
*Audrey Aquiliana Heliose Wellington*
“Mademoiselle, the teacher has arrive,” Audrey’s woolgathering of the soothing music of her flute was abruptly interrupted by Mr. Fernie’s formal British accent. The Mansion’s loyal butler.
She stopped playing the pipe instrument and faced him half sight while seated on the piano’s Dakota bench. Mr. Fernie was wearing his usual hygienic uniform: a black tailcoat and suit vest.
“Mr. Fernie, could you please inform her to wait for about minutes? I will just change my clothes,” She said, pleasingly. Madame Sylvia taught her to dress up felicitously.
“Yes, Mademoiselle,” Mr. Fernie bowed discreetly and ushered the way out of the Music Room. He did commit himself to his duty for the both families. In charged with the entire management of the house-hold: from the regulation of every servant's work to the personal services such like, receiving guest, serving meals, and maintaining the hospitality for visitors and house owners.
Audrey left the room with the flute on her hand. She walked to the right side of the hallway straight to her chamber. Sensing the silence of the passageway, she took a quick look over her shoulder.
She harkened a disagreement between two people from the left angled corner of the nook, arguing clandestinely; “If you just did not leave me hanging on the tree, I could have help you,” the vexation of the tone was oppressed by trouble of the unknown person had been.
“Zitto, Wesley. I can't trust you about this nonsense. You have sickening ways to get a woman. I don't want her to think that I'm an old sick bachelor,” and a deepness gibe in return.
“Who’s there?” the voices hushed as she got nearer.
Her steps synchronised with the beat of her heart. She had partial view of dark silhouettes until the ticking of the clock twanged to nine.
" Oh god.. I would be late.." She was about to walk away but a portrait of a sitting inky haired woman made her paused.
She frowned, sharply at the painting. The woman was wearing a white egyptian long gown with low-cut slit on the side, showing her golden skin.
A snake crown on her head was screaming of power & cunningness.
In such way she could hypnotize any species and obeyed her biddings.
" Queen Cleopatra, a great seducer," Audrey whispered. She hated her. She did not know why do she solely loathed her. Probably, the hyphothesis that she bewitched Ceasar and Mark Anthony one at a time.
* * *
Audrey opened the giant doubled door. Her chamber looked...
*Audrey Aquiliana Heliose Wellington*
“Mademoiselle, the teacher has arrive,” Audrey’s woolgathering of the soothing music of her flute was abruptly interrupted by Mr. Fernie’s formal British accent. The Mansion’s loyal butler.
She stopped playing the pipe instrument and faced him half sight while seated on the piano’s Dakota bench. Mr. Fernie was wearing his usual hygienic uniform: a black tailcoat and suit vest.
“Mr. Fernie, could you please inform her to wait for about minutes? I will just change my clothes,” She said, pleasingly. Madame Sylvia taught her to dress up felicitously.
“Yes, Mademoiselle,” Mr. Fernie bowed discreetly and ushered the way out of the Music Room. He did commit himself to his duty for the both families. In charged with the entire management of the house-hold: from the regulation of every servant's work to the personal services such like, receiving guest, serving meals, and maintaining the hospitality for visitors and house owners.
Audrey left the room with the flute on her hand. She walked to the right side of the hallway straight to her chamber. Sensing the silence of the passageway, she took a quick look over her shoulder.
She harkened a disagreement between two people from the left angled corner of the nook, arguing clandestinely; “If you just did not leave me hanging on the tree, I could have help you,” the vexation of the tone was oppressed by trouble of the unknown person had been.
“Zitto, Wesley. I can't trust you about this nonsense. You have sickening ways to get a woman. I don't want her to think that I'm an old sick bachelor,” and a deepness gibe in return.
“Who’s there?” the voices hushed as she got nearer.
Her steps synchronised with the beat of her heart. She had partial view of dark silhouettes until the ticking of the clock twanged to nine.
" Oh god.. I would be late.." She was about to walk away but a portrait of a sitting inky haired woman made her paused.
She frowned, sharply at the painting. The woman was wearing a white egyptian long gown with low-cut slit on the side, showing her golden skin.
A snake crown on her head was screaming of power & cunningness.
In such way she could hypnotize any species and obeyed her biddings.
" Queen Cleopatra, a great seducer," Audrey whispered. She hated her. She did not know why do she solely loathed her. Probably, the hyphothesis that she bewitched Ceasar and Mark Anthony one at a time.
* * *
Audrey opened the giant doubled door. Her chamber looked...
