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He reminded her, for a split moment, of Arthur with his elegant grace, with his blonde hair, and striking eyes. He was properly handsome just as Arthur had been. For a brief moment, the vampiress wondered if he too held the world upon his shoulders, taking up a power left behind by an ailing father as Arthur had. She would have mistaken him for an English aristo should she have not had finely tuned ears that revealed his distinctly American voice. Yet, her smile revealed herself to be charmed by the younger simply for such a brilliant resemblance to the once Lord Godalming.
“Forgive me,” English intonation laced gentle through spoken words as she introduced herself, still the proper socialite even centuries later. If one could overlook the outdated clothes and old fashioned vernacular, Lucy could have still fit in with a more posh crowd in this new age. Also one would have to overlook the distinct truth of her homelessness. Living in cemeteries wasn’t becoming of a once socialite. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m new to Hemlock Grove. I’ve seen to have taken a wrong turn somewhere.”
