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"Bloody hell, Gavin, it's early," Cecilia groaned from underneath her covers. She pulled them tightly over her head, and rolled herself into a ball.
"Miss Jacobs, it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon," the butler replied with an amused grin on his face. "Your parents have been asking for you all morning. I think they think you've died or some rubbish."
A giggle could be heard from under the blankets.
"Would that be so bad?" she asked, peaking out from underneath. "Then maybe they'd leave me alone."
Gavin only chuckled, and pulled open the curtains, letting a flood of light enter the room. Cecilia groaned again, and rolled over on her stomach. She felt sick, and tired, and dying didn't seem like such a bad option. She couldn't believe what she had done. Or, who she had done for that matter.
And now everyone thought she was a whore. If only everyone had known it wasn't like that. Finally, she ripped off her covers, and threw on her robe. She'd have to face everyone eventually, and she had to be able to handle it.
"Oh, and Miss Jacobs?" Gavin turned back to his charge. "You've a vistor downstairs."
"Wot?" she asked, blanching. "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
ooc: someone want to visit her? give her a hard time about last night? please?
"Miss Jacobs, it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon," the butler replied with an amused grin on his face. "Your parents have been asking for you all morning. I think they think you've died or some rubbish."
A giggle could be heard from under the blankets.
"Would that be so bad?" she asked, peaking out from underneath. "Then maybe they'd leave me alone."
Gavin only chuckled, and pulled open the curtains, letting a flood of light enter the room. Cecilia groaned again, and rolled over on her stomach. She felt sick, and tired, and dying didn't seem like such a bad option. She couldn't believe what she had done. Or, who she had done for that matter.
And now everyone thought she was a whore. If only everyone had known it wasn't like that. Finally, she ripped off her covers, and threw on her robe. She'd have to face everyone eventually, and she had to be able to handle it.
"Oh, and Miss Jacobs?" Gavin turned back to his charge. "You've a vistor downstairs."
"Wot?" she asked, blanching. "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
ooc: someone want to visit her? give her a hard time about last night? please?