12-03-2019, 01:25 AM
The smell originated from a coat hanging from the rack. One that had been custom-tailored to fit Olivia's form perfectly. It hadn't been worn since the wedding, but it certainly had been doused in her betrothed's cologne. Roderick probably didn't want to know exactly what he was leaning back against, but it was the soft silken cloths of Olivia's undergarments. Awkward.
Just as he closed the door, the knob on the entrance to Olivia's room twisted and she stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. Under her arm was a brown package--no doubt another bottle to add to her collection. If that was one's guess, they'd be proven right moments later when she laid it down on her bed. Removing her shawl, the woman reached into the package and withdrew a bottle of aged whiskey, imported from Ireland. She opened it without hesitance and poured a few fingers into the short glass upon the nightstand. Snaring the cup, she turned away with it and went to her closet.
"You wouldn't believe what Pearl had the audacity to say to me, my love," she sighed dramatically as she opened the door. She knelt in front of the alter she'd built and set the glass down before hiking up her dress in an unladylike manner and sitting cross-legged in front of it. Reaching for a match, the sound of faint breathing alerted her to someone's presence and immediately the woman became paranoid.
"Who's here?" she barked.
Just as he closed the door, the knob on the entrance to Olivia's room twisted and she stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. Under her arm was a brown package--no doubt another bottle to add to her collection. If that was one's guess, they'd be proven right moments later when she laid it down on her bed. Removing her shawl, the woman reached into the package and withdrew a bottle of aged whiskey, imported from Ireland. She opened it without hesitance and poured a few fingers into the short glass upon the nightstand. Snaring the cup, she turned away with it and went to her closet.
"You wouldn't believe what Pearl had the audacity to say to me, my love," she sighed dramatically as she opened the door. She knelt in front of the alter she'd built and set the glass down before hiking up her dress in an unladylike manner and sitting cross-legged in front of it. Reaching for a match, the sound of faint breathing alerted her to someone's presence and immediately the woman became paranoid.
"Who's here?" she barked.
