**UPDATE**
SCANDAL ON EATON SQUARE by The Yankee Countess
Chapter Twelve: “Kindred Spirits”
"I beg your pardon, Miss; I did not mean to interrupt," he formally apologized with a slight bow of his head. He briefly ran the palms of his hands down the sides of his livery, silently assuring that his coat was straight, before folding them behind his back and standing at such a rigid posture that even Sybil found herself straightening her back in response.
She glanced at Miss Bunting, whose gaze had not left Branson since he had stumbled into the room. Had her guest been her aunt or any number of ladies of her typical social circle, they would no doubt be inwardly scathing him for his brief bout of unprofessionalism. Miss Bunting, however, was not one of those "typical" ladies, and if truth be told, the school teacher seemed to be gazing upon Sybil's butler with…interest?
"You must be Mr. Branson," Miss Bunting announced, before rising from her chair. Sybil quickly set her tea cup down and rose as well, but before she could say anything further or even offer proper introductions, Miss Bunting was crossing the room to where Branson stood, her hand extended. "I'm Sarah Bunting."
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**cover and manip by angiemagz other images not mine
