| Sunday:
I arrived home absolutely exhausted and incandescent with rage. What had promised to be such a wonderful evening, turned into a nightmare, thanks to that vulgar harpy Quaintly. The baggage had the gall to turn up to the Commander's reception in the very same outfit as myself! What is more, rather than have the decency to take herself home to change, she decided to brazen it out, crowing that she also had a matching Earl.
Some people just have no sensitivity. Did she not realise that my dressmaker had been injured and could not get my new gowns to me in time? However, I have to say that that particular shade of red gave her cheeks an unhealthy ruddiness and certainly did not go with her (dyed) hair. She must be uncommon jealous of my own natural Britannian beauty to want to slavishly copy me at every turn, but that is what comes of living in a backwater like Moonglow, I suppose.
Now I come to think of it, wasn't she arrested the other evening? I wonder what bribes they had to give to be released so early? I hardly think people like that should be allowed to mix with people of quality in such a confined space as the Commander's office.
Anyway, I digress. I did not see dear Commander Jurrel that evening, as I had to go in search of another dressmaker; a fruitless task, as it turned out. I managed to stumble upon the home of the Earl of Minoc (I wonder what became of the Baron?) He seemed to be a most gentlemanlike man and very charming and we were having a most pleasant chat, when some female arrived, calling herself Lady Arianne Something-or-other. She was behaving in a very forward way towards the Earl, and he seemed to encourage it! Dear me, how very different from life at Court in Britain.
I returned home late, tired and disheartened. When will this intolerable life take a turn for the better? |