Lady Eveline Marrowell's Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

Eveline needed to learn everything about Mortimer's interests if she wanted to win him. She walked through the square, listening to conversations, gathering details. One nobleman mentioned the Duke's love of rare teas. Another spoke of his collection of antique timepieces. She made mental notes of each fact. At a small shop, she paused to examine a display of imported tea leaves. The shopkeeper explained the differences between varieties. Eveline purchased three types the Duke might appreciate. Knowledge was power, and she would use every advantage. If the Countess knew his favorite dance steps, then Eveline would know his favorite everything else. A pale building ahead caught her attention. Dried wisteria clung to its lilac walls. White accents framed the windows. Wisteria Manor stood quiet in the afternoon light. This was where society gathered for intimate events. She climbed the steps and entered. The ballroom stretched before her, empty now but still elegant. She imagined Mortimer here, turning to see her across the polished floor. Their first real conversation might happen in a room like this. Eveline walked through the manor, studying each detail. A golden candelabra stood near the window, blue bow tied around its base, dark vines wrapped along the arms. The metal gleamed even in the dim light. She touched the smooth surface. Beautiful things required care and attention. So did winning a Duke. Near the entrance, she found a gold table with refreshments arranged across its surface. Crystal glasses caught the light. She lifted one and took a sip. The manor held possibility. Every gathering, every conversation, every moment she positioned herself correctly brought her closer to her goal. The Countess might have his laughter now, but Eveline would have his ring. She set down the glass and smoothed her dress. The work had only just begun.