Heather O`Roarke Posted February 18, 2016 Share Posted February 18, 2016 A spacious home made out of fashionable geometric shapes with details in sculpting, and the walls painted terracotta and white. The front lane was dotted with white gardenia's, blooming early. The entry was covered in vines with little white blooms and two hanging baskets with fresh spring flowers in different shades of pink. The mansion was three stories high, with enough room to house guests and hold several events. Downstairs one would find the parlour, the study, the dining room, the library and of course the garden room filled with a multitude of ferns and a jasmine brush. In the back a large lawn and a teahouse that looked small and frivolous. The Countess was no stranger to this house, yet it was not the same house were she had once known Basildon. This building held no immediate memories. Today, she felt as light as feathers, not concerned with the past, only wickedly exicted about the future. Heather looked around the hall, conscious of her burgundy, figure hugging dress with the plunging neckline. There were some rubies once gifted to her by Buckingham. The redhead always tried to look her garish best for Louis. "Right," she turned around to the butler, "Do announce me to your master. Lady Nicci too if she's about." Just barely Heather refrained from assuming control, allowing the servant to see her into an appropriate waiting room. In day's past she would have sat nervously on the couch. Not today. Heather felt over confident almost, so sure of herself and her place in life. Not even Louis would shake her. She positioned herself near the window and glanced out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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