CHAPTER THREE
Hamish double checked his reflection in the small hand-made mirror that he always carried with him. "Perfect as always." Hamish said with a snotty grin as he praised his looks. "Were almost to the Kingsley residence Sir." The coachman hollered to Hamish. Hamish didn't reply but instead gave final look at the mirror before putting the mirror away and getting ready to give the acting performance of his life. As Hamish's carriage pulled up the long dirt road to the Liddell estate, several pot-holes jarred the wagon and tossed Hamish forwards causing him to smash his face into the seat across from him. Several curses flew out of Hamish's mouth before the coachman accidentally hit another pot-hole causing Hamish to bite his tongue, which caused Hamish to howl in pain, a third bump from another pot-hole caused Hamish fly backwards into the seat behind him and slammed the back of his head against the small window causing Hamish to see small Hamish's flying around his head. When Hamish's coach finally pulled up to the front door a very in ruffled in pain and angry Hamish stumbled out one hand clamped over his mouth, mostly to keep the curses he wanted to spew in and slightly because he was in so much pain.
The Kingsley's front door opened and Alice stepped out dressed in a beautiful sapphire blue dress that had a single deep blue flower on it climbing up from the hem and twisting around Alice's waist to sit at the left shoulder. Hamish's mouth dropped open and drool dripped out from his mouth and through his hand which he still had underneath his jaw. Then a male in a bright mismatched color suit with a bright green top hat came out of the house and joined Alice at the top of the steps in front of the door Hamish figured he must be the 'Tarrent' guy that Alice was going to marry. Instantly Hamish snapped his mouth shut which caused him to bite his tongue again and caused him to howl in pain as he danced in place trying to get the pain to stop. "Sally please go ask cook for some ice and bring a towel for Mr. Ascot please." Alice said. After Hamish got cleaned up and got some ice on his pour swollen tongue Hamish found that he didn't even have to act as Alice had to leave for a dress fitting and she asked Tarrent to keep Hamish company. Hamish crunched on the ice in his mouth making sure not to bite his tongue then when he was satisfied that the ice pieces were small enough Hamish swallowed the ice and proceeded with his plan.
"So you're getting married to Alice, you must have known each other for a long time huh?" Hamish said casually. "I have known Alice since she was six." Tarrent said. Hamish about blew his cover by hollering at the obvious lie. This guy had to be at least in his late twenties early thirties and Hamish had never seen him around before, nor had Hamish ever heard of him and Hamish would defiantly have heard of him if Tarrent had ever been around before. Hamish was the center of the gossip community. "Oh that's a long time. I've only personally known her a couple of years but our dad's use to work together." Hamish replied. Tarrent just nodded his hands drumming against his leg. "Well this isn't going to be easy. How am I suppose to break them up if he won't talk?" Hamish grumbled to himself mentally. Then a deliciously evil plan came to Hamish's mind, and immediately Hamish set it into motion. "So what are going to give Alice for a wedding present? And where are you going to take her for your Honeymoon? Oh and you did get the rings right?" Hamish said innocently. This got Tarrents attention. "I'm getting the rings back where I'm from but I didn't think about getting her a present, but I didn't think about the Honeymoon." Tarrent said a look of panic in his eyes.
Hamish inwardly jumped for joy, he had gotten Tarrent hook, line and sinker now to finish putting his plan into action. Hamish opened his mouth and was interrupted by Alice, "You don't need to get me a present Tarrent and I couldn't think of a better place to Honeymoon then your house." Tarrent's panicked looked disappeared and he smiled as he got up and went to Alice and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. "Thanks love. You always know what to say." Tarrent said his voice filled with love. Meanwhile Hamish was pouting where he sat in his chair. "See those two are meant to be together now leave them alone you can always find someone else to marry." Said Hamish's good conscious. "No! You can't give up. Alice is meant to be ours didn't you see how that idiot forgot about the Honey-moon and he didn't even bother to get her a wedding present. He's defiantly NOT the guy for her. We can still take him down, we have three more days that's 72 hours let's just go home and think of a plan." Said Hamish's evil conscious. Hamish nodded in agreement with his evil conscious and stood up. "Well I better be leaving, Congratulations with your wedding and I hope we become the best of friends Tarrent." Hamish said, crossing his fingers behind his back and wishing Tarrent would drop dead all the while. Alice and Tarrent finally looked at Hamish, "Thanks for stopping by and everything." Alice said. Hamish nodded and Tarrent showed Hamish to the door.