Grace The analysis had come out just fine. Seraphina and Margaret had laughed at me when I got back, embarrassed and smelling a bit like Charles' cologne, but it was in good fun. All that was left were some magical analysis tests to be done for viability and to tweak the supportive documents neede
The closer I got, the more I was certain that there was nothing but chaos waiting. After the last time I came home to the sound of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen and the off scent of something not being quite right in a pot, I knew better than to hope. I rubbed my temples, willing my
Grace Life felt almost back to normal. Jackson had no room in the kitchen with all the ingredients already made, packed up, and ready to be eaten. I swear Charles must not sleep because there was always something ready to eat in the fridge. I frowned the one morning I came down and found George in
As I rode the elevator up, I tried not to think about the way she said in-law-to-be. I'd be bright red with embarrassment and grinning like a schoolgirl if I let myself think about it too much. When I entered, my heart raced. The weight of the moment bore down on me as I presented the documents fo
Grace I woke up to the blaring noise of the smoke alarm, disoriented and slightly panicked. I jumped out of bed, barely grabbing the robe I kept in Charles' room before I rushed downstairs towards the source of the smoke. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and hoped it wasn't expired as I reached the
"You little plebe--" "Margaret--" "--throwing a tantrum because you aren't getting any attention." She slammed her hand down. "Endangering people's lives and wasting resources in some pathetic bid for it. I--" "Margaret, just--" "--have had enough of you, and you," she glanced at me. "For co
Grace Seraphina glided in, beaming and wearing a bright green sweater dress that looked like it was the same color as spring grass. Relief and happiness went through me. “I thought you’d left already.” She lifted a shoulder. “Minor delay.” Jackson shifted uncomfortably as she rounded the tab
“Any suggestions?” Charles asked, unfolding the linen napkin onto his lap. “I had the feeling you hadn’t been often.” I shook my head. “I think I came once. I can’t remember what I had…” “I can’t remember what you ordered either,” he said. “I just remember…” He shook his head. “It was terrible