The Other Sister, Part 4
Title: Disclosure
Rated: T
Edith/Various
(300) word drabble, part 4 of The Other Sister series
“I suppose you won’t be writing for Mr Gregson’s newspaper now that you’re married.”
Edith, feeling the two men at the table tense at Rosamund’s question, carefully placed her knife and fork onto the sides of her plate.
“What you really mean to say, aunt, is that you should be terribly embarrassed should I keep writing for the newspaper, now that I’m married.”
Rosamund had the good grace to flush slightly, at least.
“Well, it really isn’t the done thing.”
“Never fear, I’m officially giving up my short career as a journalist.”
“What?” Tom said this word first, quietly. Michael, not bothering to hide his shock at the announcement, spluttered the word out immediately after.
“I’m giving up writing for the paper,” she repeated, taking a small sip of sherry.
“Because you’ve married me?” Tom asked, his expression wary.
“In part,” she replied vaguely.
“Well, at last, you’ve made one sensible decision,” Rosamund declared, flashing a smug smile.
“As opposed to her decision to marry me?” Tom countered, a dangerous edge lacing his words.
Edith held her hand up, hoping her companions would not begin to argue further.
“I have simply decided I shall be far too busy to continue to make contributions on a regular basis,” she elaborated. “Of course I expect I won’t be able to stop myself from commenting on a subject if it is something I’m passionate about.” She turned towards her soon-to-be-lover fully. “I do so hope you will accept my foolish ramblings should I put pen to paper and send them to you, Mr Gregson.”
“Of course, Lady Edith. I should accept anything from you.”
Edith let herself get lost in Michael’s gentle charm.
“I shall pray you find a passion soon,” he added softly.
Edith smiled and, for once, ignored Rosamund’s watchful gaze.
Rated: T
Edith/Various
(300) word drabble, part 4 of The Other Sister series
“I suppose you won’t be writing for Mr Gregson’s newspaper now that you’re married.”
Edith, feeling the two men at the table tense at Rosamund’s question, carefully placed her knife and fork onto the sides of her plate.
“What you really mean to say, aunt, is that you should be terribly embarrassed should I keep writing for the newspaper, now that I’m married.”
Rosamund had the good grace to flush slightly, at least.
“Well, it really isn’t the done thing.”
“Never fear, I’m officially giving up my short career as a journalist.”
“What?” Tom said this word first, quietly. Michael, not bothering to hide his shock at the announcement, spluttered the word out immediately after.
“I’m giving up writing for the paper,” she repeated, taking a small sip of sherry.
“Because you’ve married me?” Tom asked, his expression wary.
“In part,” she replied vaguely.
“Well, at last, you’ve made one sensible decision,” Rosamund declared, flashing a smug smile.
“As opposed to her decision to marry me?” Tom countered, a dangerous edge lacing his words.
Edith held her hand up, hoping her companions would not begin to argue further.
“I have simply decided I shall be far too busy to continue to make contributions on a regular basis,” she elaborated. “Of course I expect I won’t be able to stop myself from commenting on a subject if it is something I’m passionate about.” She turned towards her soon-to-be-lover fully. “I do so hope you will accept my foolish ramblings should I put pen to paper and send them to you, Mr Gregson.”
“Of course, Lady Edith. I should accept anything from you.”
Edith let herself get lost in Michael’s gentle charm.
“I shall pray you find a passion soon,” he added softly.
Edith smiled and, for once, ignored Rosamund’s watchful gaze.