Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Thee Wed ❯ Gossip ( Chapter 3 )
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By: SayjinGoddessofDarkness 
Alot of Gossip is going on, will Bulma find the info she seeks.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 244 | Status: Work In Progress
Alot of Gossip is going on, will Bulma find the info she seeks.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 244 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter Three: Gossip
"Damnnation, where is my tonic Bulma? I have the most dreadful headache and I need my tonic." Lady Letitia Lattemeir, said sitting up with a grimace. "I believe I had one glass too many of Ware's champagne. And now I have an awful headache to pay for it. I shall not have a repeat of this morning tomorrow, I will be more careful tonight."
'Highly unlikely.' Bulma thought as she brought the tonic to the bed. It was probably a mixture of gin and other such things. And Letty was not careful when it came to champagne.
Bulma handed her the bottle. "Your tonic Letty."
Letty grabbed the bottle out of her hand quickly. "Thank Gods, who knows what I ever do with out my trusty tonic." Letty drank deeply straight from the bottle.
Bulma thought of saying something about the "wonderful" tonic but decided not to. She was growing fond of her. Letty had also been nothing once. She loved to say that a few years ago she had came to London with nothing but her large bosom and her virginity. And made the best of her assets. In a low cut gown, which had probably snared the elder Lord Lattemeir. Who died less than a year later, leaving his young wife with a fortune and a title. And over the decades Letty had invested her fortune wisely, making even more money. That was one of the main reasons Bulma admired her so much.
"Thank you deary. Look after it will you? I shall most likely have need of it tomorrow morning." Letty said, snuggling into the pillows. And fixing her pale pink negligee.
"What country torture does Basil Ware have planned for us today?"
"Well when I was downstairs earlier, the butler told me that the gentlemen will watch horse racing, and the ladies will test their abilities at games."
"I should much rather go to the horse races." Letty smiled.
"It would shock the gentlemen and farmers to see a lady such as yourself, betting alongside them." Bulma said with a chuckle. "Oh, by the bye (by the way) the cook said that breakfast twill not be served until late."
"Thank goodness." Letty said placing one hand on her stomach and the other over her aching forehead. "I would not be able to keep anything down yet. Neither will anyone else. We all had a fare share of champagne. I will stay here for another hour at least. To wait until my tonic kicks fully in."
Bulma chuckled again. "I am sure of it."
Letty glowered at her. "Oh and I bet you were up with the sun Miss perky."
"Those of the gentry believe that nothing happens in the mornings while they are asleep, but some of us get stuck with mornings. I always rise early anyways." Bulma murmured, sitting in a chair next to the bed.
No sense telling Letty she was up even earlier than her norm, because of a night of not sleeping well. Oddly she wasn't kept awake by thinking of Yamcha Chaplin, it was Vegeta Stokes who had plagued her mind. She had an interest in him since he arrived. She could tell by the way everyone glanced at him quickly that he was extremely powerful and extremely wealthy. And extremely mysterious and perhaps maybe dangerous. Which to her made him extremely interesting.
Usually her financial problems were the burden of her unrest, but last night Vegeta Stokes and their odd encounter was. It was better than her uncertain future though. Since her future was even more uncertain since their risky business arrangement, she decided she should find out more about her new secret employer. And Letty knew a lot about everyone.
" I ah, had a brief meeting with Mr. Stokes last night, quite an interesting gentleman." Bulma said baiting Letty. She rose to the bait.
"Bah! Money has this certain way of making any man interesting, and Stokes has enough to make him quite fascinating."
"Inheritance?" Bulma queried. Trying to get more information.
"No. Investments. The poor boy didn't have a penny to his name when he was a young lad. Born on the wrong side of the bed. Young Exbridge got some little governess pregnant." Letty said, enjoying telling her knowledge.
"Oh, well yes."
"And Lady Exbridge has never forgiven her grandson." Letty continued.
"Well it's not Mr. Stokes fault that he was born." Bulma said defending him.
"Yes well Victoria doesn't believe so. Besides Wesley never got a legit. Heir before he died. Broke his neck riding a horse. Fool. Oh, and he also gambled away the estates."
"So Lady Exbridge blames her grandson for his fathers faults. And thus hates Mr. Stokes."
"So it seems. In any event Stokes came home with a fortune, and saved the Exbridge estates and finances. Saved Victoria from debt. Of course she hates him for that too."
Bulma raised a delicate eyebrow. "But I bet she took the money happily."
"Of course. She's not stupid. I haven't seen her in years; we know each other, not well though. After her son died she locked her self in her mansion. Never goes to balls any more. I hear that she goes to the theater once and awhile."
"Well her grandson is much more social."
"On the contra. I don't know any host or hostess that wouldn't kill to get him at one of their balls or a soiree. But he declines their offers. Come to think of it, it was a shock to see him here." Letty said rubbing her temples. Her headache still plaguing her, but not as bad.
"So he's bored, and came to seek some entertainment." Bulma shrugged. The information she gathered barely helping.
Letty smiled knowingly. "There's only one reason that could drawl Stokes out from under his rock."
Bulma stared at her, could she know why Stokes had come to Ware's?
"And that would be why?"
Letty chuckled. "He's out shopping for a wife."
"A WIFE?"
"Poor lad needs help to. He'll never find one suitable here." Letty snorted.
"This party of Basil's is for fun. The only single women here are rich widows. Not what a man looking for a bride with a clean reputation and her virginity intact wants."
Bulma snorted. A bride was not what Vegeta was looking for, but she couldn't say that now could she? Well maybe when his mission for his friend was complete he would take a look at the market for brides.
There was a knock at the door and Bulma rose to answer it. "Good morning, Polly right? Come in." She said with a smile to the maid at the door.
"Right. G'morning Miss Briefs." Polly walked into the room with a tray in her hands.
"I hope that you brought coffee in one of those pots?" Letty asked from the bed. Polly nodded. "Aye ma'am." She murmured head bowed eyes cast downward. She brought the tray over to a table by the bed and poured Letty a cup. "Thank you." Letty said taking the offered cup and sipping.
Another brew as vile as the tonic, Bulma thought as she watched Letty sip the bitter drink sweetened with sugar.
"Have you had an tea yet dear?" Letty asked Bulma as she put her cup on it saucer.
"Yes, when I was downstairs." Bulma replied.
"How's yer room Miss Briefs?" Polly asked, speaking with out being asked something before hand.
"Yes how is it Bulma, all the way up on the third floor?" Letty joined.
"Oh, it's a fine, nice little room." Bulma lied. She hated the small depressing room. There was just this awful atmosphere about. And she was all alone up on the third floor, the other rooms used for storage.
"Mrs. Gatten put you there because that was Lady Ware's paid companion's room. Poor Miss Kent." Polly said bowing her light brown head low.
"Who is Miss Kent?" Bulma asked, her blue eyes fixing on the young maid.
"Lady Ware's companion. When Lady Ware died, Miss Kent just poof disappeared. All seems kinda suspicious if ye ask me." Polly said, enjoying her small tale of gossip.
"Well why would it be suspicious? If Miss Kent's employer died, she would just go find another post." Bulma stated the obvious.
"Not very bloody likely." Polly said.
"And why not?"
"Because she left with out a reference. And I think she didn't leave too willingly."
Bulma knew that you didn't leave your post with out a reference, not if you could help it.
"Why it that?" Letty asked, still sipping her coffee. Bulma and Polly turned to her, both had forgotten about her.
"Because Miss Kent did a foolish thing, me and Mrs.Gatten believe she let the master up under her skirts. And they was arguing like cats and dogs one night. Then a few days later Miss Kent and all o' her things was gone, poof like a spook." Polly whispered, she looking around the room. "I was the one who found Lady Ware, Miss Kent was real good to her she was a lovely embroider made her nice little kerchief's, anyways I found her in…"
"Oh my word, this was Lady Ware's bed chamber?" Letty asked, sitting up more.
"Aye, it was. And when I was coming up to this room Mr. Ware was coming out, said Lady Ware had died. So I came in to cover her up and Miss Kent came running out o' the other room, her face was real pale, she was running like the bats o' hell was on her heels. Not a word spoken to me." She looked at the door to the adjoining room, then back to her captive audience. She gave them a conspirtal wink. "I ye ask me I believe the was havin' sport in there."
Letty let out a small chuckle. "Poor chit, came out of the room to find her mistress dead, after she had herself a tumble with her nephew."
Polly nodded. "It's a shame."
"Sure it is poor chit gave up her assets, she'll never be able to marry good so she disappears, a story as old as time with different variations."
"Still it's a shame, poor Miss Kent." Polly said then left. Bulma was quiet, thinking over all what Polly had said.
"It is a shame when a chit loses her assets like that. She wont get another post as a Lady's companion with out a reference and her assets." Letty said, bringing her out of her thoughts.
'There are ways around the reference.' Bulma thought. Then said, "Perhaps one can make an illusion of ones assets."
Letty's eyebrows rose curious and amused. "Well if a chit can do that she had better marry a fool man in his dotage, then soon you are free of worries, and free to enjoy your life." She said pointedly.
Bulma could never give herself to a man she didn't love or trust.
" I do not have plans of marrying."
Letty's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Is it you do not want to marry, or you no longer poses your assets which to put up on the market for sale?"
"If mayhap I no longer had my virtue, I would not tell you and risk losing my post as your paid companion." Bulma said with a dazzling smile.
Letty smiled back. "Well done, so you do not wish to exchange your assets for a wedding ring eh?"
"I maybe low right now financially, but not low enough to force me to barter in the market." Bulma's voice was determined. Her will strong, and nothing, nothing would break it. Letty smiled a knowing smile, her brown eyes sparkling.
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Bulma was in the library, pacing from one chair to another, wringing her hands. She was awaiting the arrival of the newspapers. Basil ware had many newspapers delivered to his rural home. Most of the gentlemen were in the country at the races, and the ladies were beginning to awaken.
When the house keeper Mrs. Gatten, the lady who had gave her the depressing little room, brought in the newspapers Bulma snatched them out f her hands. And muttered a "Thank you Mrs. Gatten." quickly. Mrs. Gatten stared at her a moment puzzled. "Don't see what's so interesting bout the papers, no good news in 'em." She said closing the door behind her.
Bulma looked for The London Times and found it. She took of her spectacles and looked over the shipping section. No news on the ship she had invested basically all her money in, The Golden Orchid was still presumed lost at sea. "Bloody haunches, bloody ship, bloody sea!" She had invested her money on the ship because of a haunch. She had a strong intuition about things.
"Ah, good morning Miss Briefs was it?" Basil Ware asked. Starling Bulma, she pushed on her spectacles and turned to the doorway.
"Good morning Mr. Ware. You gave me a start sir, I did not here you enter."
She said to Basil's handsome smiling face. "Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you. Is there anything good in the papers?" He asked approaching her. He was very handsome; he wore a brown riding jacket with brown knee breeches and knee black riding boots. And his golden brown hair was brushed neatly back from his scalp.
"No I didn't see any thing of an importance, sir." Bulma replied as she smoothed out a wrinkle in her gray dress. "If you'd…." Bulma trailed of her excuse to leave as a figure in Lady Ames livery colours came into the room.
He was Miranda's footman, Swan. The man was huge, and he looked nothing like a swan. His head was shaved bald, and his neck was so thick, Bulma doubted that her arms would stretch around and join in back. His suit pulled taught against his well muscled chest and arms, almost busting at the seams. And his hands were so large. It wasn't a wonder why Yamcha Chaplin had left quickly when Lady Ames had threatened him with her footman. No one in his or her right mind would go against this hulk of a man. But he was not a brute; there was a light in his eyes that Bulma could see. He was kind and gentle, and utterly devoted to Miranda, as much as she could tell.
"Begin' yer pardon sir, Lady Ames says she'd be delighted to entertain the ladies today, for ye sir. While you went to the races." Swan said softly.
"Great, she'll make sure that ladies don't grow bored while I m off with the gentlemen." Basil said dismissing Swan.
"And Miss Briefs, Lady Ames invites you to join the ladies today. She don't want ye to wonder bout alone like ye did yesterday."
"Right so! You're a guest here as well Miss Briefs, and you should join the ladies and Miranda." Basil declared.
Bulma forced a polite smile. "Thank you, sir. Please tell Lady Ames I shall join her today, Swan." She agreed, even though she didn't want to join Miranda and the ladies today.
"My mistress is most kind, I am proud and honored to serve her." Swan said softly, his eyes sparkling.
'Poor fellow,' Bulma thought. 'He's went and fell in love with her.'
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An: Im trying to work out all the things wrong with my story on this site, so all the chapters Can be viewed. Thanks! Please review!
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Chapter Three: Gossip
"Damnnation, where is my tonic Bulma? I have the most dreadful headache and I need my tonic." Lady Letitia Lattemeir, said sitting up with a grimace. "I believe I had one glass too many of Ware's champagne. And now I have an awful headache to pay for it. I shall not have a repeat of this morning tomorrow, I will be more careful tonight."
'Highly unlikely.' Bulma thought as she brought the tonic to the bed. It was probably a mixture of gin and other such things. And Letty was not careful when it came to champagne.
Bulma handed her the bottle. "Your tonic Letty."
Letty grabbed the bottle out of her hand quickly. "Thank Gods, who knows what I ever do with out my trusty tonic." Letty drank deeply straight from the bottle.
Bulma thought of saying something about the "wonderful" tonic but decided not to. She was growing fond of her. Letty had also been nothing once. She loved to say that a few years ago she had came to London with nothing but her large bosom and her virginity. And made the best of her assets. In a low cut gown, which had probably snared the elder Lord Lattemeir. Who died less than a year later, leaving his young wife with a fortune and a title. And over the decades Letty had invested her fortune wisely, making even more money. That was one of the main reasons Bulma admired her so much.
"Thank you deary. Look after it will you? I shall most likely have need of it tomorrow morning." Letty said, snuggling into the pillows. And fixing her pale pink negligee.
"What country torture does Basil Ware have planned for us today?"
"Well when I was downstairs earlier, the butler told me that the gentlemen will watch horse racing, and the ladies will test their abilities at games."
"I should much rather go to the horse races." Letty smiled.
"It would shock the gentlemen and farmers to see a lady such as yourself, betting alongside them." Bulma said with a chuckle. "Oh, by the bye (by the way) the cook said that breakfast twill not be served until late."
"Thank goodness." Letty said placing one hand on her stomach and the other over her aching forehead. "I would not be able to keep anything down yet. Neither will anyone else. We all had a fare share of champagne. I will stay here for another hour at least. To wait until my tonic kicks fully in."
Bulma chuckled again. "I am sure of it."
Letty glowered at her. "Oh and I bet you were up with the sun Miss perky."
"Those of the gentry believe that nothing happens in the mornings while they are asleep, but some of us get stuck with mornings. I always rise early anyways." Bulma murmured, sitting in a chair next to the bed.
No sense telling Letty she was up even earlier than her norm, because of a night of not sleeping well. Oddly she wasn't kept awake by thinking of Yamcha Chaplin, it was Vegeta Stokes who had plagued her mind. She had an interest in him since he arrived. She could tell by the way everyone glanced at him quickly that he was extremely powerful and extremely wealthy. And extremely mysterious and perhaps maybe dangerous. Which to her made him extremely interesting.
Usually her financial problems were the burden of her unrest, but last night Vegeta Stokes and their odd encounter was. It was better than her uncertain future though. Since her future was even more uncertain since their risky business arrangement, she decided she should find out more about her new secret employer. And Letty knew a lot about everyone.
" I ah, had a brief meeting with Mr. Stokes last night, quite an interesting gentleman." Bulma said baiting Letty. She rose to the bait.
"Bah! Money has this certain way of making any man interesting, and Stokes has enough to make him quite fascinating."
"Inheritance?" Bulma queried. Trying to get more information.
"No. Investments. The poor boy didn't have a penny to his name when he was a young lad. Born on the wrong side of the bed. Young Exbridge got some little governess pregnant." Letty said, enjoying telling her knowledge.
"Oh, well yes."
"And Lady Exbridge has never forgiven her grandson." Letty continued.
"Well it's not Mr. Stokes fault that he was born." Bulma said defending him.
"Yes well Victoria doesn't believe so. Besides Wesley never got a legit. Heir before he died. Broke his neck riding a horse. Fool. Oh, and he also gambled away the estates."
"So Lady Exbridge blames her grandson for his fathers faults. And thus hates Mr. Stokes."
"So it seems. In any event Stokes came home with a fortune, and saved the Exbridge estates and finances. Saved Victoria from debt. Of course she hates him for that too."
Bulma raised a delicate eyebrow. "But I bet she took the money happily."
"Of course. She's not stupid. I haven't seen her in years; we know each other, not well though. After her son died she locked her self in her mansion. Never goes to balls any more. I hear that she goes to the theater once and awhile."
"Well her grandson is much more social."
"On the contra. I don't know any host or hostess that wouldn't kill to get him at one of their balls or a soiree. But he declines their offers. Come to think of it, it was a shock to see him here." Letty said rubbing her temples. Her headache still plaguing her, but not as bad.
"So he's bored, and came to seek some entertainment." Bulma shrugged. The information she gathered barely helping.
Letty smiled knowingly. "There's only one reason that could drawl Stokes out from under his rock."
Bulma stared at her, could she know why Stokes had come to Ware's?
"And that would be why?"
Letty chuckled. "He's out shopping for a wife."
"A WIFE?"
"Poor lad needs help to. He'll never find one suitable here." Letty snorted.
"This party of Basil's is for fun. The only single women here are rich widows. Not what a man looking for a bride with a clean reputation and her virginity intact wants."
Bulma snorted. A bride was not what Vegeta was looking for, but she couldn't say that now could she? Well maybe when his mission for his friend was complete he would take a look at the market for brides.
There was a knock at the door and Bulma rose to answer it. "Good morning, Polly right? Come in." She said with a smile to the maid at the door.
"Right. G'morning Miss Briefs." Polly walked into the room with a tray in her hands.
"I hope that you brought coffee in one of those pots?" Letty asked from the bed. Polly nodded. "Aye ma'am." She murmured head bowed eyes cast downward. She brought the tray over to a table by the bed and poured Letty a cup. "Thank you." Letty said taking the offered cup and sipping.
Another brew as vile as the tonic, Bulma thought as she watched Letty sip the bitter drink sweetened with sugar.
"Have you had an tea yet dear?" Letty asked Bulma as she put her cup on it saucer.
"Yes, when I was downstairs." Bulma replied.
"How's yer room Miss Briefs?" Polly asked, speaking with out being asked something before hand.
"Yes how is it Bulma, all the way up on the third floor?" Letty joined.
"Oh, it's a fine, nice little room." Bulma lied. She hated the small depressing room. There was just this awful atmosphere about. And she was all alone up on the third floor, the other rooms used for storage.
"Mrs. Gatten put you there because that was Lady Ware's paid companion's room. Poor Miss Kent." Polly said bowing her light brown head low.
"Who is Miss Kent?" Bulma asked, her blue eyes fixing on the young maid.
"Lady Ware's companion. When Lady Ware died, Miss Kent just poof disappeared. All seems kinda suspicious if ye ask me." Polly said, enjoying her small tale of gossip.
"Well why would it be suspicious? If Miss Kent's employer died, she would just go find another post." Bulma stated the obvious.
"Not very bloody likely." Polly said.
"And why not?"
"Because she left with out a reference. And I think she didn't leave too willingly."
Bulma knew that you didn't leave your post with out a reference, not if you could help it.
"Why it that?" Letty asked, still sipping her coffee. Bulma and Polly turned to her, both had forgotten about her.
"Because Miss Kent did a foolish thing, me and Mrs.Gatten believe she let the master up under her skirts. And they was arguing like cats and dogs one night. Then a few days later Miss Kent and all o' her things was gone, poof like a spook." Polly whispered, she looking around the room. "I was the one who found Lady Ware, Miss Kent was real good to her she was a lovely embroider made her nice little kerchief's, anyways I found her in…"
"Oh my word, this was Lady Ware's bed chamber?" Letty asked, sitting up more.
"Aye, it was. And when I was coming up to this room Mr. Ware was coming out, said Lady Ware had died. So I came in to cover her up and Miss Kent came running out o' the other room, her face was real pale, she was running like the bats o' hell was on her heels. Not a word spoken to me." She looked at the door to the adjoining room, then back to her captive audience. She gave them a conspirtal wink. "I ye ask me I believe the was havin' sport in there."
Letty let out a small chuckle. "Poor chit, came out of the room to find her mistress dead, after she had herself a tumble with her nephew."
Polly nodded. "It's a shame."
"Sure it is poor chit gave up her assets, she'll never be able to marry good so she disappears, a story as old as time with different variations."
"Still it's a shame, poor Miss Kent." Polly said then left. Bulma was quiet, thinking over all what Polly had said.
"It is a shame when a chit loses her assets like that. She wont get another post as a Lady's companion with out a reference and her assets." Letty said, bringing her out of her thoughts.
'There are ways around the reference.' Bulma thought. Then said, "Perhaps one can make an illusion of ones assets."
Letty's eyebrows rose curious and amused. "Well if a chit can do that she had better marry a fool man in his dotage, then soon you are free of worries, and free to enjoy your life." She said pointedly.
Bulma could never give herself to a man she didn't love or trust.
" I do not have plans of marrying."
Letty's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Is it you do not want to marry, or you no longer poses your assets which to put up on the market for sale?"
"If mayhap I no longer had my virtue, I would not tell you and risk losing my post as your paid companion." Bulma said with a dazzling smile.
Letty smiled back. "Well done, so you do not wish to exchange your assets for a wedding ring eh?"
"I maybe low right now financially, but not low enough to force me to barter in the market." Bulma's voice was determined. Her will strong, and nothing, nothing would break it. Letty smiled a knowing smile, her brown eyes sparkling.
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Bulma was in the library, pacing from one chair to another, wringing her hands. She was awaiting the arrival of the newspapers. Basil ware had many newspapers delivered to his rural home. Most of the gentlemen were in the country at the races, and the ladies were beginning to awaken.
When the house keeper Mrs. Gatten, the lady who had gave her the depressing little room, brought in the newspapers Bulma snatched them out f her hands. And muttered a "Thank you Mrs. Gatten." quickly. Mrs. Gatten stared at her a moment puzzled. "Don't see what's so interesting bout the papers, no good news in 'em." She said closing the door behind her.
Bulma looked for The London Times and found it. She took of her spectacles and looked over the shipping section. No news on the ship she had invested basically all her money in, The Golden Orchid was still presumed lost at sea. "Bloody haunches, bloody ship, bloody sea!" She had invested her money on the ship because of a haunch. She had a strong intuition about things.
"Ah, good morning Miss Briefs was it?" Basil Ware asked. Starling Bulma, she pushed on her spectacles and turned to the doorway.
"Good morning Mr. Ware. You gave me a start sir, I did not here you enter."
She said to Basil's handsome smiling face. "Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you. Is there anything good in the papers?" He asked approaching her. He was very handsome; he wore a brown riding jacket with brown knee breeches and knee black riding boots. And his golden brown hair was brushed neatly back from his scalp.
"No I didn't see any thing of an importance, sir." Bulma replied as she smoothed out a wrinkle in her gray dress. "If you'd…." Bulma trailed of her excuse to leave as a figure in Lady Ames livery colours came into the room.
He was Miranda's footman, Swan. The man was huge, and he looked nothing like a swan. His head was shaved bald, and his neck was so thick, Bulma doubted that her arms would stretch around and join in back. His suit pulled taught against his well muscled chest and arms, almost busting at the seams. And his hands were so large. It wasn't a wonder why Yamcha Chaplin had left quickly when Lady Ames had threatened him with her footman. No one in his or her right mind would go against this hulk of a man. But he was not a brute; there was a light in his eyes that Bulma could see. He was kind and gentle, and utterly devoted to Miranda, as much as she could tell.
"Begin' yer pardon sir, Lady Ames says she'd be delighted to entertain the ladies today, for ye sir. While you went to the races." Swan said softly.
"Great, she'll make sure that ladies don't grow bored while I m off with the gentlemen." Basil said dismissing Swan.
"And Miss Briefs, Lady Ames invites you to join the ladies today. She don't want ye to wonder bout alone like ye did yesterday."
"Right so! You're a guest here as well Miss Briefs, and you should join the ladies and Miranda." Basil declared.
Bulma forced a polite smile. "Thank you, sir. Please tell Lady Ames I shall join her today, Swan." She agreed, even though she didn't want to join Miranda and the ladies today.
"My mistress is most kind, I am proud and honored to serve her." Swan said softly, his eyes sparkling.
'Poor fellow,' Bulma thought. 'He's went and fell in love with her.'
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