cecilia tallis
“not our fault they’re all so very ignorant,” she replied, amusement seeping into her voice. god rest his cheating soul, but her late husband had run with that same crowd. had he been alive, cecilia wouldn’t have been surprised to see him suddenly sucking up to adam, completely enamoured by the frenchman’s new title. after all, asking for favours was much, much easier if you’d done your due diligence and kissed someone’s ass a little.
“please tell me you bought something incredible,” cecilia said, her grin wide. after all, how on earth could one go to a silent auction and not buy anything? there was going to be one at her place in just two weeks, and finding the weirdest items was her favourite thing to do. “secrets?” she began, all mock hurt and sad eyes. “from me? ” but then her lips quirked into a wicked smile. “you’ve got me there: the drama is half the fun.” it truly was, but that didn’t stop cecilia from being absolutely blown over. “so is it someone from work?” she paused. “wait, is it someone you met in a coffee shop? darling, that’s adorable in the movies, but it’s just not practical.” not knowing something drove her crazy. absolutely mental. but oddly enough, adam looked…happy. “and most importantly: when am i going to meet her?!”
“No, no, it is theirs.” And it was something that Adam certainly wouldn’t forget as his career progressed. He didn’t forget, and he was definitely hard-pressed to forgive. “Sadly not this time. It was all far too tacky and there weren’t enough antiques to sway me. “You should have seen this glass fish that was on offer - simply hideous! It was just,” he grimaced. “too many colours. Like does it really need to be half the colours of the rainbow?”
“Yes, even from you. I have to bide my time, after all.” Drawing out the reveal was far too much fun, and he hoped he could keep it going a little while longer. Of course, Cecilia was more than welcome to guess who it was, and Adam certainly wouldn’t deny it if she guessed correctly, but he wasn’t exactly going to be forthcoming with her name. “No, it wasn’t someone I met in a coffee shop - who do you think I am? A fling, perhaps, but I don’t think anything serious would come of that kind of meet cute.” He shrugged, deliberately ignoring the first question about his mystery woman. “There’s no need for you to be introduced if you already are acquainted with her.”










