The three weeks had passed with an astounding speed. Dr Director had had plenty of screaming sessions directed at her. Lord Montgomery had had himself, too, plenty of misadventures, though he mostly kept to his chateau. Both, however, held the date three weeks from then (and then less and less time as the days passed) as a high point for their month.
The days seemed to pass quickly, through Betty's tiredness and irritable attitude and Monty's consuming of wine. He abstained however, on the day of the encounter.
It was Betty's day off and she woke up to a stellar sun. She had been so tired when she had arrived into her home that she had just plunged into bed, not bothering to close the drapes. Now the sun tickled her face as it made the clarity be too high to get any further sleep. Betty stretched out, testing her movements and got up. Today was the day. She smiled.
Lord Montgomery had been awake for several hours now, too anxious to sleep. He never got anxious...he was a confident man, so the sensation was new to him. He didn't like it. Not one bit. He sighed as the sun got further up and up in the sky. It was day already; he should get up now, despite how tired he was.
Doing just that he stood in front of the old silver mirror in his bedroom and he looked at the bags under his eyes. A restless night wasn't common for him, who drank himself to sleep in some nights, or had an easy time falling asleep otherwise. Today had been different. This girl, the woman, the feelings he was experiencing for her, it was something else from what she was used to, entirely.
He hadn't felt that way since...he chided himself. Now wasn't the time to think of old crushes and ruined relationships... – he took it upon himself to get groomed, and to put on his gloves. He wasn't being totally honest with Betty, about his peculiarities, but he reckoned he'd be when they were closer. Too many women had fled on light of his unique hands to count, and he wasn't going to risk it with Betty...they had planned a lunch and he wasn't going to miss it. Thought it was only roughly 10 am, he called his driver, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
Betty felt great, she had had a good night's rest and she was going on a date with one interesting man who was also a Lord. Not that she cared about titles, she was not so frivolous, but it was always exciting going on a date.
Many years had passed since the times where she would go on dates on movies and cinemas and the like. She hadn't had a relationship in years. Now that was (maybe) about to change, and she felt great about it.
It was 10:30 am when she last looked at her clock, before leaving to get her hair done. Normally she wouldn't care about such details but she wanted to look her best.
Lord Montgomery awaited the hour, nervously glancing at the clock. He was all ready to leave, and boredom was taking hold of him, as well as severe nerves as he awaited it. The clock seemed to move as slow as molasses in January, and he impatiently waited.
Betty too awaited the hour as the hairdresser moved around and touched her hair moulding and cutting it in places. It had gotten a bit too long as she had awaited for a day off to cut it, and now it was the time, just before her date. The snip snip of the scissors as they cut away was soothing her. She trusted this hairdresser, which had done her hair several times before. She knew that, if she were to impress the man, she had to look her best. Not that that was what her life goal was...she was successful in several areas, after all, but it was nice having a companion, and Lord Montgomery might just be it.
Lord Montgomery watched as the clock slowly moved, there was no doubt the clock was right, it had been crafted by experts, and had cost a fortune, but the seconds seemed to pass along slowly. He remembered a saying he had learned in school. That time was relative, and he cursed at the concept of relativity. He wanted to meet her for lunch and he wasn't going to just stand there and wait idly.
He looked at the things he owned...possessions, none of that granted him happiness. He had the whole monkey business, which he was obsessed with, and though he still thought apes and simians to be formidable, he now saw Betty as a more pressing matter. He guessed he could still finish watching that documentary, though he'd seen in plenty of times before.
He clicked the movie logo, after he put the disk into the player, and awaited, skipping past the scenes he'd already seen. He had passed the mating bits, and now was watching the raising of a family.
Lord Montgomery knew he had to have kids eventually, to pass his lineage and to continue into the House of Lords and, despite how he'd never mention it, if he wanted to get a kid with Betty, he'd have to hurry. Now that he was thinking so far ahead. Betty was gorgeous, to him at least. She was interesting, and she was formidable, but it had still been only an awkward encounter. Lord Montgomery, as he watched, thought to himself that the encounter for lunch, that afternoon, would direct how things went. He hoped it went well.
Betty was done. And she had been brushed from all the fallen hair on her neck and back. She was ready to leave and go to the date. The hairdresser had taken her time, claiming that she couldn't rush perfection, and while Betty liked her hair, she didn't know if perfect was the way she would describe it.
She hoped Monty would like it.
They both left towards the chosen restaurant, a high class one Montgomery had offered to pay for.