INSTALLATION 1:
"My Lady, you've received a letter from your cousin, the Earl of Phantomhive."
"Ciel? Well, give it here." Vivien grabbed the letter from her butler's gloved hands and tore through it. It was indeed a letter from Ciel. It read:
Dear Cousin Vivien:
I would be most honoured if you would pay me a visit one of these days. My doors are always open to you, and you may be interested in a curiosity from India.
Ciel.
Clearly, her cousin had not written this letter. To begin, the penmanship was too perfect, while Ciel's letters tended to squeeze together and dip down into depression. Thus, she concluded it had been written by Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel's over-qualified butler (to say the least).
And this curiosity it spoke of? From India? Well, the butler did know how to pique her interest.
"Clifton!" she summoned, finishing her breakfast hastily and jumping from the bed, "We must away to Ciel's. Have the carriage ready within the hour." But, wait, what if she called during the day? An image Grell in the red dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders flashed before Vivien's eyes. She leaned back into the bed.
No, she won't call. Don't be presumptuous. Why would a lady like that call on someone like you? And with those few words of encouragement, she headed to the vanity desk and began rearranging her hair.
TBC