Challenge #38: The Final Challenge (Amnesty Round - Criss Cross)
Title: It Wasn't Over
Word Count: 317
Rating: PG
Your two universes used (original or fandom): Georgette Heyer's The Grand Sophy and Georgette Heyer's Frederica
Pairings (if any): Charles/Eugenia and Charles/Charis
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): bastardization of the books. LOL
Summary: Eugenia doesn't like Charis Merriville.
Miss Eugenia Wraxton came from a family of great standing. Her father was a viscount and she was very proud of this, only she never let it show. She always took great care to be modest to everyone she came to. No one could say that they did not like her, and she made a point to be liked by everyone. However, the person she wanted most to like her was Charles Rivenhall.
"Dear Charles," she said to him upon his parents' party on Friday night. "This is such a turnout. Do you think your cousin will indeed arrive shortly?"
Charles turned away from the fireplace to look at her. "My uncle assured my mother that they would be attending. As well as the Merrivilles... and I mean, Lady Alverstoke." He blushed.
Eugenia did her best not to frown. She couldn't like Charis Merriville or Sophy Stanton-Lacy. "To be perfectly honest," she started to say in a lower voice. "I was hoping they wouldn't attend. Your cousin and her friend are most outrageous!"
Charles eyes widened. "Perhaps they're a bit louder than one would expect from ladies in their first blush of youth, but outrageous is going a bit too far, I think."
It was a good thing the butler walked in that moment to announce Lady Alverstoke and the Merrivilles, because Eugenia was quite bowled over. She merely stepped away Charles and surveyed the Merrivilles after they had stepped into the room. Charis, in particular, with her lovely golden blonde locks done up in an outlandish style, and her soft pink dress with a neckline dropped far too low for one of her age, looked just like she had described to Charles; outrageous.
She glanced up at him as if to get his confirmation that she had been right, but his eyes were otherwise engaged.
Eugenia felt the fury raise in her breast. It wasn't over.
Word Count: 317
Rating: PG
Your two universes used (original or fandom): Georgette Heyer's The Grand Sophy and Georgette Heyer's Frederica
Pairings (if any): Charles/Eugenia and Charles/Charis
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): bastardization of the books. LOL
Summary: Eugenia doesn't like Charis Merriville.
Miss Eugenia Wraxton came from a family of great standing. Her father was a viscount and she was very proud of this, only she never let it show. She always took great care to be modest to everyone she came to. No one could say that they did not like her, and she made a point to be liked by everyone. However, the person she wanted most to like her was Charles Rivenhall.
"Dear Charles," she said to him upon his parents' party on Friday night. "This is such a turnout. Do you think your cousin will indeed arrive shortly?"
Charles turned away from the fireplace to look at her. "My uncle assured my mother that they would be attending. As well as the Merrivilles... and I mean, Lady Alverstoke." He blushed.
Eugenia did her best not to frown. She couldn't like Charis Merriville or Sophy Stanton-Lacy. "To be perfectly honest," she started to say in a lower voice. "I was hoping they wouldn't attend. Your cousin and her friend are most outrageous!"
Charles eyes widened. "Perhaps they're a bit louder than one would expect from ladies in their first blush of youth, but outrageous is going a bit too far, I think."
It was a good thing the butler walked in that moment to announce Lady Alverstoke and the Merrivilles, because Eugenia was quite bowled over. She merely stepped away Charles and surveyed the Merrivilles after they had stepped into the room. Charis, in particular, with her lovely golden blonde locks done up in an outlandish style, and her soft pink dress with a neckline dropped far too low for one of her age, looked just like she had described to Charles; outrageous.
She glanced up at him as if to get his confirmation that she had been right, but his eyes were otherwise engaged.
Eugenia felt the fury raise in her breast. It wasn't over.