Hope Posted March 17, 2016 Share Posted March 17, 2016 #216 - Cordelia Lucas, Lady LucasA modestly appointed bedroom, decorated in almond toned cloth bearing a trelliswork of roses. Near the window stands a writing bureau and chair, an almond toned divan is situated closer to the fireplace appointed with plump rose toned pillows. Above the large bed hangs a large tapestry of a garden scene. Through a discrete door is a smaller room that services both as a dressing room and bedchamber for a personal servant. It could only be a matter of supreme urgency to prompt Constance Dunoore to a climb of more than two flights of stairs. That was not so say that she did so without an intermission. Indeed, at the first first floors foyer she rested upon a convenient salon chair, there (also conveniently) being a lovely Christmas arrangement to visually enjoy as she regained her breath. "Martha, please find out the name of the florist, I simply must have them make a centerpiece for my table." she advised her ladies maid at a pause. When it became taxing to climb so many stairs, one might think that Constance was past her prime. No so! In fact this woman was of quite the opposite option, that she was upon the cusp of some new greatness, indeed, her plan for this particular Christmas season showed a mental audacity that only a woman of her advanced years might dare to have! "Knock louder girl, we are upon important business." Constance advised after Mathas' barely audible knock. *thud thud thud* Cordelia might have heard an ominous pounding on her door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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