The following day…

It was Jordan's first day of tutoring. Antoinette and I, both of us being ladies, had agreed to help Mercer tutor the wily Jordan we had heard so much about. I stood next to Antoinette as we waited for Jordan, thinking about the night Cutler and I had. After I had handed the twins off to Helen and Diana, Cutler and I went into our bedroom, and apologized for the fight. Our way of apologizing, though, included much kisses and, you know.

"I trust you held your end of the bargain up," Antoinette, whispered to me, "as did I." I grinned, and said. "Yes, I certainly did! He and I did a little, ehem, gymnastics in our room last night." Antoinette and I squealed quietly.

"I," Antoinette said, "not having my husband with me at the moment, got some reading done on a fabulous book I'm reading, and then afterward, had a nice long bubble bath." We stopped talking as we heard footsteps.

"Hi everyone," Jordan said. "Sorry that I'm late."

"That's quite alright," Mercer said, without any emotion. "And may I introduce Lady Heather Beckett, and her friend Antoinette Norrington. They will be helping me with your tutoring today."

"Hello there!" Jordan said, shaking Antoinette's and my hands. "My name's Jordan!"

"And that," Mercer said, "is the introduction to your first lesson; the handshake. Ladies do not say, 'Hello there! My name's Jordan!' when shaking one's hand. You simply shake the hand, and say, 'It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Jordan.'"

"You're the boss!" Jordan said. She grasped his hand tightly, and started shaking it. Mercer bit his lower lip, and started trying to rip his hand away from her grasp as she did so. "It's a pleasure to meet you," She said, still shaking. "My name is Jordan." Antoinette and I had to giggle as she released his hand, and he started rubbing it.

"The speech was good," Mercer said through clenched teeth, "But, try and be more gentle when shaking."

After a few more tries, Jordan had finally got it right, leaving Mercer with a few bruises to prove it. Next came stance. Antoinette, Mercer, and I took seats, and Jordan showed us how she thought a lady walked, which was more like stomping.

"That was horrendous," I said. "It sounded like a yeti was walking through!"

"Quite," Antoinette said, getting up. "Ladies do not stomp, they walk like this," She said, walking daintily. Jordan tried to mimic her, and failed. Mercer got up." And they do not walk like this," he said, walking like Jack Sparrow, which was also mimicking how Jordan had done it.Antoinette and I giggled.

All the other tests; which included drinking and talking like a lady, had been completed. That left us at dressing like a lady and ballroom dancing, and then that would be it for today. Jordan, Antoinette, and I walked over to Antoinette's bedroom, where she would pick out the dress that she liked.

A few minutes later, Antoinette and I walked back down the stairs, joining Mercer. "I think you'll like what you see!" Antoinette whispered to him.

"I'd better," he said, un-enthusiastically. Just then, Jordan came out of the room, looking completely different. She was wearing a low-cut silk purple dress, fine jewelry, and had her dark brown hair brushed just so that it would curl under her jaw. Antoinette and I looked over from her, to Mercer, who surprised us. He was staring at Jordan, half gaping; half smiling. "You look lovely, Jordan," He said, quietly, straightening his ascot.

She curtsied, and said, "Thank-you. Ballroom dancing is next, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is," Mercer said. "Right this way," He said, leading Jordan into the next room. Antoinette and I followed.

In the front room, Jordan and Mercer stood in front of each other as Antoinette and I sat down. "Now," Mercer said quietly, "Just, t-take my hands, and follow my lead." Jordan placed one of her hands in his, and the other one on his lower back. But not THAT low. Mercer, having felt her touch, gave her a goofy smile. Antoinette and I turned to each other, and giggled.

As they started dancing, Antoinette and I turned to each other. "Did you see the way he smiled at her?" I asked Antoinette.

"How could one miss it!" She said, smiling back. "Do you see how she's looking at him?"

"She's totally lost in his eyes," I said. Antoinette and I winked, and sat through the rest of the lesson. After it was finished, Jordan got changed back into her maids' attire, and was getting ready to walk back over to Cutlers office.

"Thank-you for your time, everyone," Jordan said, getting ready to leave.

"My pleasure," Mercer said. "If you wait for me on the porch, I'll walk you back to Lord Becketts' office."

"Okay," Jordan said, smiling at him sweetly, as she walked outside, shutting the door behind her. As he got his coat with a dreamy look in his eye, Antoinette and I looked at each other, and smiled.

"You like her, don't you?" Antoinette said, crossing her arms, and smiling at him.

Mercer scoffed. "No, no! We hate each other."

"Uh-huh, yeah," I said. "Well have fun on your walk, Romeo."

Mercer scoffed again, playfully stuck his tongue out at me. I returned it by rolling my eyes and sticking my own tongue out at him, like we did when we were children.

After he had left, I shut the door, turned to Antoinette, and smiled. "Oh, they're totally in love," I told her.

"No doubt about it," She said, smiling and then turning away.