" 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “
of all things that sent her mind buzzing. firm in their social standings; the maid herself had been more than advised not to cross the marshall’s path. to be seen and not heard, yet instinct more than overcame common sense in a way.
no thought even fell to the woman’s partner, of who she just as rarely saw with her no less. she’d been advised just as easily of the pair’s sleeping arrangement. how peculiar.
more and more she found herself curiously drawn to the imposing woman. her fellow workers fled at the sight, worked behind the scenes to ensure the quality of their work. yet she herself coerced the idea of getting closer.
‘ smash. ‘ the word left her threatening to entice her excitement at even being as bold to state such.
