Two days later, I attended the ball with Gen. O'Hara as my escort.
"Well, seeing as you can't dance with your arm, why don't you sit down and I'll get you a glass of wine?"
"Thank you General." I replied with a smile.
O'Hara nodded and walked off to one of the tables with wine glasses.
I sat contentedly in my chair when suddenly a shiver ran down my spine as two slightly bronzed fingers lightly touched my skin, tracing their way slowly across the neckline of my dress and up the side of my neck.
I nearly jumped when a smoothe, seductive yet condescending voice whispered in my ear, "Well well well, my beauty, trying to get back at me by using my superior? It won't work."
"What do you want?" I asked tightly.
"I want to know why you're fraternizing with my superior."
"That is a personal issue, Colonel; I will not say and you cannot make me say."
"What is going on?"
I looked over to my left to see that O'Hara had returned with my glass of wine, as well as one for himself.
"Nothing to be concerned about General… Please excuse me." I said.
I stepped out of the estate and went to the gardens where I was just about to sit down on a bench when I heard sounds and rustling coming from some bushes. The bushes rustled more and the sounds grew louder until I recognized Ebony's voice. The other however, I did not recognise.
"Oh Wilkins, you are an absolute devil…" She moaned.
I glared furiously at the bushes, picked up a rock, and hurled it at them, only staying long enough to hear Ebony scream in surprise. Then I walked back up to the estate and up to my room.