The day before Julie left for Barcelona, Billy had sat down to write a letter for Miranda. Something she could deliver to her sister for him. He had wanted to tell her all he was feeling about the wedding; not his doubts, which he had already expressed to her quite often, but his well-wishes, and his desire for her happiness. And how he wished he ( Read more... )

( an evening in the speciality room... becomes NC-17 )

[private journal entry]Tonigh is the last night my petite Jarretière will be open for a whole month. A few of my girls will continue to see their regular customers, through special arrangement, but the downstairs will be closed completely. Many of my employees will leave to visit the homes of their friends and families. Some will even leave Paris ( Read more... )

( With the dawn comes a new day... becomes NC-17 )

"I'm perfectly fine, Marcel. Now are you done with that bottle, or am I going to have to order another one for myself ( Read more... )

[private journal entry]For all my foolishness, I find I am recovering well. The swelling has gone down in my shoulder, and I can dress myself unaided again. Miranda still tsks her tongue at me and shakes her head when she sees me trying to do too much, but she does not stop me. For that I am glad, for I do not wish to fight with her. I can't sit in ( Read more... )

The numbness had left Billy soon after Elijah had gone. He had found himself suffering from a painful heartache in its wake, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain his daily activities. His employees knew something was wrong; Elijah had not been seen inside of La Jarretière for over a week, and Billy, when not working in the club, ( Read more... )

Billy went about his daily activities as normal. He bathed and shaved his face each morning, then neatly dressed himself for the workday ahead. He kept his appointments, walked and played with Seòid, attended rehearsals and saw that needed stock was ordered. He even slipped into his infamous tuxedo each night, drinking and laughing with his ( Read more... )

Billy had only taken a trip to the jewelers to have his ring repaired. Monsieur Troilus had given the ring to him, and Billy had kept it all these years it for sentimental reasons. But when he had opened his jewelry box this morning to search for cufflinks, Billy had come across the ring and had been surprised to see that one of the stones was ( Read more... )

The crowd had been fair for a Friday night, and Billy was grateful that most of the rooms were occupied. It was now past the time when La Jarretière was serving dinner or drinks, and although Henri would see to it that all patrons made their way out the front door once their "business" was finished for the evening, Billy was not ready to retire ( Read more... )