The Art of Deception
or Pride and Extreme Prejudice
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week continues a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week Roderick caught sight of that blasted servant and followed her into a modiste’s. He bumped into a member of ‘the ton’ when he attempted to follow her. This week we see more of their conversation.
“I was looking for a servant, a girl; she turned into this shop.”
“She did; amazing, imagine turning into a shop; that’s not something you see every day.”
“No, I mean she entered the door.”
The young woman turned to the modiste, herself, “M. Fanchion, did you see a servant girl enter, I didn’t?”
“Mais non, Mademoiselle Green.”
The woman shrugged, “Sorry can’t help you; you will see that the gown is ready for me tomorrow?”
Lord Roderick peered inside; if the servant had entered the shop, she had vanished into the backrooms. He shook his head, “Lost the spoor …What has become of my manners?” He bowed, “May I introduce myself, Roderick … Roderick Smythe.”
My apologies for creative punctuation.
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Frankenkitty is available.
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