July 1800 Early Afternoon Weston House Closed starter for @devilsmood
☩ ⸻⸻ Sophia studied the needlepoint that she was working on with a furrowed brow. There had been an idea in her head when she had initially started. Now, however, the idea looked ridiculous. Unfortunately for her, she was too far gone in the work to turn back, and she let out a sigh.
Before she could complain to her 4 legged friend, who was currently dozing in the gleam of the hot summer sun, her butler Regis walked into the sitting room and cleared his throat. Her hazel eyes lifted to see him standing in the doorway with the same look of distain that had been etched in his features since the first time she’d met him. “A caller is here, madam. A Mr. Brooksbank.” His tone seemed resigned.
Brooksbank? How interesting.
Sophia offered him a tight lipped smile and nodded, “Thank you Regis, have him sent in and please have some tea and sandwiches sent up as well.” it wasn’t often that she got callers, aside from the few people she was closest with in the Ton.
Carefully, Sophia placed her needlework in a basket beside her chair and stood, awaiting her caller.