Sorry for the relatively late update but I had to leave home to prepare for university!
GAH! I'm starting to become quite nervous! My First Year begins next week!


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Chapter Seventeen

Feather couldn't believe it! Years had passed and it was in another country, but she had seen him. The person she hated most in the world was here in England! He had ruined her former career and nearly crippled her! He had looked quite prosperous and a large circle of ladies and some gentlemen had surrounded him and that bastard was basking in their admiration. If she had known that he had anything to do with that production she would never have gone anywhere the theatre last night.

She had been frozen in her seat when the last bows were being taken and he was called up onto the stage to be acknowledged for 'his wonderful chorography'. Hah! She had thought it was second-rate at best! She was so furious, even after all this time that she had stood up and stormed put of the box. Fortunately, Lady Benson had merely thought that she wanted to beat the rush and procure a hackney first. She had insisted on her own transportation thought the good lady had strenuously offered her a ride to and from the opera house.

Feather spent the rest of the night lying awake in bed. Remembering.

Face pale with exhaustion, Feather panted slightly as she made her way towards Lord Ffolkes' home for yet another meeting. Why does that man enjoy torturing us so much? She wiped away the cold perspiration from her throbbing head and clutched her basket and reticule tighter. Gritting her teeth, she walked with aching deliberation forward; concentrating hard to remain upright. Nearly reaching Uriel's gate, she dimly noted that there was an uncustomary silence. No music was escaping through the long heavily draped windows.

A sharp pain suddenly arrowed through her skull and she gasped loudly in anguish. Feeling her weak leg fold as her world swam and darkened in front of her bleary eyes, Feather dropped rather gracefully onto the dirt and blood spurted in a thin arc as she crashed her head against the heavy elaborate swirls of the conveniently placed gate. Her last thought before she disappeared into blessed unconsciousness was:

I should never have gotten out of bed today.