Now, this was surely ridiculous. Dimples stood outside the beautiful, abandoned church, looking up at it with a skeptical gaze. 'He has got to be joking—' Whether she was paid eight hundred pounds up front or not, this was definitely a bit too much. Well, if she didn’t come back, at least her butler Frederic knew where to find her…
Taking a deep breath, her face lost its bewildered expression, a cold, seductive look now in its place. She walked up to the church doors, the gossamer fabric of her white dress trailing behind her. It was a picture perfect moment. Anyone unknowing would think the pure looking girl was coming to the church to pray; she wouldn’t be offering prayers, but she would definitely be on her knees for another reason.
A soft rap of her knuckles against the wood sounded in the large building, and she waiting, inwardly fretting about what was to come.
The gentle toll of church bells rang serenely over the small estate, coming from the modest church house in the center. No services were held in the little chapel (or at least none attended by the public), but the grounds were well tended, and the very picture of peace.
As they should be. It had been the Crown's own coin that had purchased the estate. In the service of the queen, Ash had resided within the palace itself, however, he had not been so careless as to neglect leaving himself a comfortable living should matters...deteriorate.
The ringing covered up the approach of the hooded figure behind the girl. Gently, they reached out with a light touch on her shoulder. "Miss? You are here to see master Landers yes?"
