Chapter XII: Nobody's Fooled
A/N: I'm glad people are interested in the new villain. He will be seen again. This chapter will be one with a date. We won't be on a ship, but as it is an important date for one of the characters. Looking forward to seeing what you all think! Thanks go out to The Cowgirl Bookworm! SSD
April 21st
Cecily was itching to get out of this cesspit of a city. Her trunk had already been taken from the Navy Yard and now she was waiting with Lucy for the cab that would take them to the train station.
Her friend had been oddly specific about her attire today. After hugging her and wishing her a "Happy Birthday", another bath was in order. Once said bath was done, she found her traveling clothes laid out: white blouse, dark green skirt, stockings, and…
"Where are my boots," Cecily called out.
"They needed to be cleaned and they smell. You have those new white shoes to break in anyway," Lucy called from her room.
This was an outfit that she could get into with no help.
Breaking in new shoes is a pain. At least I'll be able to take them off during the train ride!
Lucy circled around her inspecting her attire.
"What is it with you and my clothes today? It's not like I am going to be on display for anyone," Cecily inquired.
"That is where you are wrong. Max came by to check up on us while you were bathing and informed me that the officer, the Master at Arms that both Roland and Erik swear is a Chief Petty Officer, and Fabrizio will be traveling with us," Lucy informed with a crooked grin.
While Cecily did not mind the idea, especially in regards to Harry and Fabrizio, First Officer Murdoch being in close proximity to her father for several hours was not something she felt at ease about. Especially given that he'd caught Harry pinning her to a wall yesterday, ravaging her with kisses that left her unable to think while her hands were wound around his shoulders so tight that if they were not wearing any clothes her fingers would have left marks!
At least Erik could be counted on to keep his mouth shut. If only for his own amusement and the fact that he owed her for getting letters to Lucy for three years under her parent's noses.
"Well… That's wonderful. I suppose I could read during the train ride," she scrambled for another thing to say.
"I can think of a few things you might consider doing on the train," Lucy waggled her eyes.
"Lucy really! My father, multiple 40 Thieves, including Antin will be around. I am not going to attempt to sneak around. That blasted First Officer has eyes in the back of his head as well," Cecily grumbled.
"And why do I have the feeling that you and Harry have run afoul of said eyes in the back of his head," Lucy queried.
"The two of us were… enjoying some alone time yesterday and he found us. I don't know how to proceed. I have not seen him since then," she twisted her fingers in the green skirt.
"You and I both know that senior officers like to give junior officers a hard time. Maybe he was just keeping Harry busy. What exactly were you two doing that possibly irritated him," her friend asked lowering her voice in case one of the 40 Thieves was returning.
"We were on a walk. One thing led to another, I wound up pinned to a wall again. Never thought a tongue could be used for more than talking," Cecily could not have kept the smile from growing on her face, even if she tried.
"I told you tongues were fun," Lucy giggled.
"Aunt Mina implied that as well," she replied.
"What else has she implied?"
Deciding that a change of subject was needed, Cecily racked her mind before coming up with, "You want to know something really interesting? Aunt Mina knows the captain of the Carpathia. And she still has not told me how."
"Is that so? Since two heads are better than one, maybe the two of us can blast some nuggets of information out of her," Lucy reasoned.
"I don't know. She's been real cagey about it all. Maybe my father knows something about it. I remember hearing him mention that that there was only one other person besides him that could get my aunt's husband to act like a decent human being towards her. Perhaps it was the captain?" Cecily shrugged her shoulders.
Before anything more could be said, Max Goldman, the only former horse soldier in the 40 Thieves entered saying, "Miss Lethbridge, Miss Trent. It's time to leave for the train station."
"Max, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Cecily," she asked with a smile.
"Just one more time," Max replied with a smile of his own.
It took them less than half an hour to get to Penn Station. Once Cecily and Lucy were out of the cab, they were coughing on the smoke. Trains were rushing in and out, people were everywhere. She could barely see Lucy or Max and Cecily was in between the two of them!
Finally they got to a point where she could see her father, aunt, and most of the rest of the 40 Thieves. He looked irked, but he still gave her a hug and birthday greetings.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"There was a mix up with the trunks. It got fixed, though there was a significant delay. I want to get to Washington before it is dark. It would do our guests well with Rafaela's cooking and a good night's sleep before dealing with that idiot from Michigan tomorrow. Ah here they come now," her father stated.
Cecily noticed a distinct wide grin on Lucy's face before asking, "What are you up to?"
"Helping you. Hello Mr. Lowe!"
Oh Cecily knew she was blushing to the roots of her hair. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Her ears, face, neck, and head were burning. Small wonder that her hair was not on fire! Harry looked far less surprised to see her than she did him, but Cecily could see the beginnings of a flush on him as well.
They knew they had to be as proper as possible in public so she said, "Good morning Mr. Lowe," with a hopeful smile.
"Good morning to you as well Miss Lethbridge," he replied in a similar formal tone but his eyes were warm.
"Christ Harold, you two don't have to be so farm. You have known each other for some time," the Second Officer said with a smile that would not have looked out of place on Erik.
I have got to keep them from meeting!
They stared at each other for a little bit longer before Lucy whispered, "Who do you two think you're fooling?"
It was only when she noticed Murdoch coming from the telegraph office that the two of them broke eye contact.
Soon everyone was making their way onto the railcar when Cecily heard a surprising voice call out, "Hey wait up! I'm here!"
Somehow, her youngest cousin Randall was here from England. Judging by her aunt's smile as she embraced her son, she had been expecting him, after he ran up to them.
"You were very nearly late young man," she mock scolded.
"There was horrendous traffic, Mother. It could not be helped," Randall answered, stormcloud grey eyes dancing before turning towards her, "Cecily, I'm so glad to see that you are alright. Happy Birthday."
"So am I. It's been too long since I've seen you. You look good," she replied as she hugged him. Antin had already gotten Lucy onto the train.
It was only after Randall helped his mother onto the railcar that Cecily looked at her father again. He looked as white as a sheet.
"Father, are you alright. You look like you've seen the Ghost of Christmas Past," she moved closer to him.
"I feel as if I have," he murmured.
"It's just Randall. You've seen him before. He's no ghost," Cecily japed.
"Yes. It has been quite some time since I have seen him. Randall's time at Dartmouth has likely changed him quite a bit," he remarked before pasting a smile on his face saying, "Let's get on board and get comfortable. We've got a long trip ahead of us."
Mina, what in the Hell did you do?
Albert had never been a fool in in regards to Mina and Wyndam's marriage. He himself had objected to it from the start. In fact, he had made such a fuss, his father (may he continue to rot in hell) had him drugged with opium the day of her wedding to keep him from raising any objections.
His father had died less than a year later. Far too late for Albert to save Mina. But enough that he was able to marry Maeve in due time without any paternal interference, and there would have been plenty of that!
He had found out that Wyndam had regularly beat his sister about a year after her second son Brandon was born.
It was an unusually hot late May. Mina as wearing a long sleeved dress. Suspicious, Albert had followed her inside later. He then saw the marks on her arms.
She had tried to tell him that it was ink, like the prank he had pulled on her when they were younger. Ink was seldom purple, and it did not hurt to touch. Eventually Mina confessed that her husband had been beating her since after Alistair had been born.
Incandescent with rage, and even though he offered to kill his brother in law right at that moment, Albert had known he could do nothing. That night at dinner, Wyndam had smirked at him, almost as if he knew why Albert was glaring at him. The Stirling family was connected everywhere.
It would only be after he met, courted and married Maeve that an ally would appear. It was also after Roland was born so Albert had to be even more careful in his interactions with Mina. He'd already had to deck Wyndam once for trying to kiss Maeve.
His brother in law had needed to do some kind of business in Liverpool in August of 1883. Boys as per usual, even with the help of a governess were unruly. Alistair and Brandon were 6 and 4 respectively. Matthew was 10 months old.
His oldest two nephews were screwing around in the shallow water of the Liverpool beach, when a rip current got Alistair. Mina had only taken her eyes off, and she'd tripped on her skirt to get to them. By the time she had gotten to Brandon, her second oldest was cheering. Someone had gotten to him; Alistair was above the water.
As soon as the pair got to solid ground, Alistair ran up to her soaking wet, shaking.
When the man who'd rescued Alistair had come level with them his sister had thanked him profusely. He'd downplayed it saying that anyone would have done it.
Albert was brought out of his musings by Antin hissing, "Hey boss, get out of your head and watch Cecily for 5 minutes!"
Shaking off the cobwebs of the past, Albert turned in his seat and looked at his daughter. Right now, she and Randall were conversing in German, talking about stargazing of all things.
"What am I supposed to be seeing Antin," he asked.
"Give it some time. You'll see it soon enough," Antin drawled, clearly amused.
A few minutes later he noticed both his sister and Lucy's near identical smirks. Only then did Albert notice Cecily sneaking glances towards the officers. He followed her gaze towards one in particular: Harold Lowe. He was sneaking a glance at Cecily.
Each were looking at the other with clear interest.
Damn it Maeve! How could you tell all those years ago? They were just kids!
With his new knowledge Albert watched the pair closely for any sign of impropriety. There seemed to be none. At the moment anyway.
However, Harold being aware of the fact that he had noticed him staring at Cecily. A look of pure abject terror came over his face as blood drained from it. He went back to his book.
Confused by Harold's reaction, his daughter turned around and saw him watching them. Giving him a filthy look, she went back to conversing with Randall, this time in Spanish, which his nephew needed to work on more than German.
"You've been looking forward to doing that," Antin cackled.
"I never thought I would ever get to," Albert replied.
He remembered that the First Officer had also been nearly late to getting on the train, though not as late as Randall. He'd been at the telegraph office.
"So Mr. Murdoch, what as so urgent a telegram for you to send that you were almost late for the train," Albert inquired.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cecily and Harold exchange looks of alarm. Something was definitely going on between them.
"I was sending a telegram to my wife, discouraging her to visit. I've been warned by your son that Patrick Hearst's uncle can and will got after people's family. Though I am not sure she will listen," the man replied .
"She certainly sounds stubborn."
"There are only two women I can think of that can come close to her when it comes to stubbornness," Mr. Murdoch began.
"And who might those two ladies be," Albert inquired.
"One of them is Light's wife Sylvia and as for the other one…" Murdoch trailed off avoiding his eyes. Second Officer Lightoller started laughing.
"If the second one is my daughter Cecily, I am not offended. She is known to be difficult even under the best of circumstances," Albert reassured.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the First officer said, "Thank God. She was in my lifeboat and I was worried she was going to do something about Patrick Hearst herself!"
"With all due respect Lieutenant, I only did that to make him think I was going to do those things to him. So you reacted perfectly," Cecily replied sweetly from behind him.
Mr. Murdoch momentarily was lost for words before smirking, "Yes, and you provided a delightful distraction by wanting to stargaze the night away.
Albert thought he saw Harold's ears turn bright red as he wished Mr. Murdoch a pleasant rest of the ride. When he was walking back to his seat, Cecily was avoiding his eyes, sporting bright red ears of her own, and talking to Lucy.
"So… What do you think that quip about stargazing meant Antin?"
"I don't know. Both senior officers clearly know the whole story. The junior officers likely know parts of it. The Master at Arms probably knows. Don't know how much Fabrizio is aware of. Mina and Lucy might know some but not all of it. I'll start digging when we get to Washington," Antin replied.
"Tomorrow. Try Mr. Turner first. It's like Roland and Erik say: The noncoms know everything."
"You had an opportunity there to mention what you saw the two of them doing in the Navy Yard yesterday. Not that I'm complaining," Charles muttered in his friend's direction.
"The American naval officer that happened upon them before I did knows Miss Lethbridge and her brother. Before I followed them back, he asked that I give them a week before saying anything to her father or brother. That this was the happiest he'd seen her in quite a long time. Lieutenant Sperling also said that he owed her quite a bit and it was time for him to start paying her back," Will replied.
"If she's been as much of a hellion as you say she has, why did you help her," curiosity clear in Charles's voice.
"I'm not just helping her. I am helping Mr. Lowe. I doubt severely her father wants to hear about yesterday or what may or may not have happened in the early morning hours of the 14th. Just yet anyway. You have a week to speak to him. Use that time wisely," his friend instructed the younger Welsh officer.
"Jesus Christ Will, how many times have you caught them? Small wonder she's been glaring at the back of your head for over an hour," Charles hissed.
"Only once. That I can prove anyway. However, given that one time, I strongly suspect there have been plenty of times I have not caught them," Will drawled.
"Don't let her brother know. Last thing we need is for Lowe to deal with broken bones. The press is circling us like turkey vultures, we don't need any more attention than we already have. Her brother's got a damn good reason for being protective of her if I'm not mistaken," Charles suggested before snickering, "Considering how they have been making eyes at each other I do not think she would complain much if Harold had ravishing her on his mind!"
Placing the book he was reading in his lap, the Welsh officer looked like he was about to say something particularly sarcastic, before glancing up where Mr. Lethbridge was, thought better of it, and went back to his book.
"Cat got your tongue Harold," Charles asked chortling all the while.
"I think it might be his sense of self-preservation Lights. Something you sorely lacked when you were in this situation," Will grinned.
So he wants to play this game? I am more than ready to play it! Charles thought as he said, "I'm the one who lacks self-preservation in this arena? You are certainly one to talk on this subject yourself!"
"I am not the one who proposed after only a month. Didn't you neglect to mention to Sylvia's parents that the voyage on the Suevic was in fact a punishment voyage for you," Will had a grin on his face. The junior officers were watching and listening with clear interest.
"I was on that Australia trip. You clearly did not know the meaning of the word punishment. Sir," Turner added.
Moody asked, "What did you do to get the punishment sir?"
"That is a story for another day, Mr. Moody. Back to you Will. Didn't you make an arse of yourself in Ada's family," Charles replied conversationally.
"One of her brother's set me up. You know that," Will shot back. Lowe had put down his book, giving up any pretense of reading.
"You should have known better than to have listened to him. I rarely listen to any of mine. Let that be a lesson to you Harold. Never listen to a brother in law, especially when he might be tricking you," Charles instructed.
Changing the subject from troublesome in-laws Will asked, "Have you gotten anything from Sylvia yet?"
"I did get a telegram yesterday. Slight lecture, relief that I was alright, and lastly a warning not to cause too much trouble," he replied with a grin.
"Knowing you, that'll take less than a week. In the time I have known you, you have never lasted long without causing some kind of mischief," Will teased.
"You remind me of a friend of Roland's Erik. He too can't go long without causing some minor prank, even when he's on board a ship," Mr. Lethbridge remarked.
"He sounds like someone I should meet then," Charles answered smiling.
"NO!" Cecily, Lucy, and Will all shouted at once.
"Hell must have just frozen over Will. You and Miss Lethbridge just agreed on something." Charles could not keep from laughing.
April 21st 1400
Lucy shook her head. They were about an hour and a half out from Washington and Cecily was napping. Given her nighttime habits, it was not a surprise, Lucy was shocked that her friend had stayed awake as long as she had.
Cecily and Harry had snuck some more looks at each other when they thought no one was looking, fooling no one.
Her friend had kept her end of the bargain and Roland had more than come through. She and Erik had finally gotten to see each other again after well over a year apart, with some time alone. Like Cecily, Lucy got to enjoy some time pinned to a wall. Five minutes had wound up being closer to ten minutes, then Roland and Erik had needed to leave on the Florida for Washington. The crew would be taking part in the Titanic inquiry.
So Lucy would be getting to see more of Erik, and catch up on lost time.
Enticing men had never been something Lucy was good at. That had been in Delilah and Ophelia's wheelhouses. Her younger sisters had blonde hair and blue eyes, which in tandem with their flirty natures attracted men. Delilah especially liked tormenting her older sister.
Despite Lucy being the oldest and Alexander being the boy, Delilah and Ophelia were their parents favorites. Even Gwen being the baby of the family got passed over for them.
Though Lucy had once heard her father saying to several of his friends that the brains that had skipped Delilah and Ophelia were distributed among the other three.
Not that her father had much care for any of his children's happiness. It was just easier for him to fool Delilah and Ophelia.
Lucy first met Erik when he came back with Roland after their training the summer after their second year at Annapolis. Unlike the other men her parents forced her to be around, he did not look at her like she was a piece of meat.
Like Roland he was easy to be around. Unlike Roland, there was not that annoying brother feeling.
Instead, he was making her feel flustered without even trying. Erik's compliments felt more genuine and were not just the normal canned responses. He talked about growing up on the shores of Lake Superior and explained naval architecture to her. He actually listened and they engaged in an actual conversation.
The two weeks Roland and Erik were in Denver flew by, soon enough they were getting on board the train to head back to Annapolis.
Lucy did not know what possessed her, but she asked Erik if she could write to him. Despite Roland's smirking and Cecily's barely suppressed snickers, he agreed.
Early on, her parents had been alright with her writing to Erik. Mr. Lethbridge had assured them of his good behavior, that he had been a perfect gentleman while staying at his home while interacting with Cecily and with Lucy while she was there.
The letters had started out friendly and innocent enough. She complained about Delilah and Ophelia, he shared stories about his siblings, there were seven of them. She also talked about her musical studies, he shared information about his studies in engineering. His fascination though, was with naval architecture.
The turning point was when Lucy mentioned that she had gotten a dark red dress. Ophelia had wanted it for herself. But in a rare show of favoritism towards Lucy, her father had denied Ophelia's wishes. Oooh, her sister had thrown a fit, but to no avail.
What Erik had said in the reply letter was shocking: "I wish I could see you in it. You'd be more beautiful than you already are.
The two of them had seen each other a couple of times since that first meeting. Even with Delilah and Ophelia around, Erik had only seemed to notice her.
A short time after that letter, her mother did not wanting her contacting Erik anymore. She had found that letter and the reply to it that Lucy had not yet sent. The two of them were getting too close, her mother said. Delilah and Ophelia had gotten married, it was embarrassing for her parents to have their oldest daughter unmarried. Erik was not suitable for someone of her supposed stature
Cecily had come through in spades. The letters would be send to and from the Lethbridge house in Denver. Though Lucy would have to put up with the rigamarole of more "appropriate suitors". Which had been a special hell. Cecily had scared off more than a few with her sharp tongue. The contraband letters would also be kept at the Lethbridge home in the inevitable event of her parents finding out.
Three years managed to pass with no incident, with Lucy becoming even closer to Erik. Both hated the secrecy, but there was nothing to it.
A little over a year ago, she had been visiting Cecily. They had been discussing the letters when, all of the sudden her mother had burst into the room, demanding the letters. When Lucy said she didn't have them, her mother ordered Cecily to hand them over. Her friend told her mother to go to hell. Even when her mother tried to get Albert involved, Mrs. Trent had been shocked at his refusal to command his daughter to hand the letters over. He could not understand what the problem with Erik was.
Her mother was apoplectic with rage. What did not help matters when up on their return home, Lucy's father had died of a heart attack.
Lucy's mother went on a rampage in her grief. She and Cecily could not see or write to each other (though her brother Alex helped with the letters), and all of the letters between her and Erik she could get her hands on were burned.
Alex had minimized the damage her mother could do. About six months ago, she had gone to stay with him, his wife Christine, and her 10 month old niece Bianca.
Unintentionally, Lucy noted that her mother had helped Cecily shed the Ice Queen persona. Her mother would also have a fit if/when she found out that she helped Cecily find someone who could see Cecily for who she was.
April 21st 2000
Randall knew he had not seen his uncle since shortly before he left for Dartmouth, but the way he was watching him, it was as if lobsters were crawling out his ears!
Uncle Albert had gotten his wish. They'd gotten home well before dark. However getting everyone settled and to dinner took a great deal longer. Especially with all of the extra guests.
He was looking forward to talking with them all when there was time, but tonight was not that night. All everyone had wanted to do was eat and get some sleep for the next day.
The only one of the Titanic's officers that he knew anything about was Harold Lowe. While Randall himself had been far too young to have met him when Cecily and Roland still lived in Wales, his older brothers were not.
Of his older brothers, Mattthew had been around Roland and him the most. The three of them were born in October, November, and December of the same year. Though due to his clubfoot, Matt could not always keep up with them, he still played with them during visits.
He'd been told by him that Roland and Harry generally found Cecily to be a pest and only rarely tolerated her coming along with them, with his favorite female cousin deciding to sneak along behind them more often than not.
20 years had clearly changed Harry's views on Cecily's presence around him. Randall had been seated next to his cousin at dinner, and could not help but notice that Cecily and Harry could barely take their eyes off each other when they were not eating.
In fact, as they left the dining room, Randall was quite certain he saw his cousin slip her hand into Harry's.
Catching his mother's eye, he knew what that grin on her face meant. There would be chaffing heading Cecily's way tomorrow morning!
If they thought they were fooling anyone, Harry and Cecily needed to get a Hell of a lot better. Randall had inherited his nose for ferreting out secrets from his mother, but if anyone had been paying any kind of attention to them instead of that delicious seafood stew, it would be clear as day.
He nearly walked into the library when he saw that it was already occupied. By his cousin and Harry who were using it for it's relative privacy to kiss.
Quietly shutting the door, Randall made his way upstairs to his room in the family part of the house. Just as he was about to open the door, his mother asked, "So what do you think of our two lovebirds?"
"I think they're damn lucky Roland is not home and tied up at work," he replied bluntly before adding, "They're in the library. Not using it for its intended purpose."
"Some would argue a library is perfect for that sort of thing. This is not the first time they've met in a library like that. I believe the library on board the Carpathia also saw some action," his mother snickered.
"I'm just glad to see her happy again Randall. She's been smiling more in the past week…" his mother trailed off.
"So she managed to find happiness in the middle of this fiasco? Cecily more than deserves it after all the crap she's been through," he answered.
"Indeed," his mother murmured. And began tracing his face.
She did this with him and all of his brothers when she was worried or feeling sentimental. Usually with him or Matt though. The last time she had done it with him was shortly before he left for Dartmouth.
When she got to her favorite place around his eyes Randall asked, "Mum, why do you like my eyes so much?"
"They remind me of someone I used to know. I wish you had gotten to meet him." There was a wistfulness in her tone.
Concerned he asked, "Is he dead?"
"No. Just far away. He was a good friend. You should ask your brothers about him."
April 21st 2200
Harry knew he should be sleeping or at least trying to, but he was still too keyed up.
The bed was a good deal softer than what he was used to as well. Having access to showers was nice, Cecily's family clearly had enough money.
Once he washed up and was changed into his pajamas, Harry thought that maybe he would be able to get some sleep.
That was before he noticed part of the wall was sliding. Wondering what could possibly be happening, he backed away. That question was answered when Cecily slipped in.
She looked like a ghost in the dark, something his filthy imagination conjured to torment him. Once Cecily got closer, she was definitely real and far too underdressed. What had made her come over here in her nightgown? Not that he was complaining at all, as Harry let his eyes rove over her form greedily.
Good God, I can see almost everything! It hangs on her so well. Is she even wearing anything underneath? Cecily doesn't seem to care, so why should I?
Harry regained control of his mind thinking, You filthy minded bastard! Don't' even think about it! IN HER FATHER'S HOUSE!
He almost missed Cecily drawling, "My eyes are up here you know."
"I'm well aware of that. You cannot expect me not to look. I'm male and I am breathing," he replied trying to keep his voice even.
Harry had only just managed to get his completely worthless mind under control when out of the corner of his eye noticed that the ribbon around the top of Cecily's nightgown was green. It gave her eyes an otherworldly glow, and he grabbed a pillow to place on his lap, as he felt a reaction he could barely control rear its head.
"Harry are you alright? Your face is all red," Cecily moved towards to touch his arm.
He slid across the covers, landing on the other side with a yelp. Only then did he remember who was on the other side of the hall.
"How did you get over here anyway? Your father will shoot me if he finds you over here like this," Harry muttered.
"There's a passageway to this room from the kitchen. And he won't find out, if you keep quiet. I just wanted to come over to talk. We didn't get much of a chance to do that today," Cecily replied.
"There's another reason to keep our voices down. Will's in the room across the hall. Real light sleeper. James was originally going to be across the hall. He sleeps like a log. Will then suggested he be in the room. Some rot about it being a better view. He doesn't trust me at all now, now that the two of us are in closer quarters," Harry groused.
Cecily moved closer to him whispering, "There is one thing to our advantage." Her hands were on his upper arms now.
Noting how close she had gotten he asked, "And what advantage is that?"
"I know this house far better than Murdoch does," she murmured before standing on her toes and giving him a kiss that he smiled into.
It was over far too quickly.
"We both need to sleep. You especially will have a long day, schatz."
Cecily headed back towards the wall, slipping into the passage towards the kitchens.
She's not wrong about the sleep. But what did she just call me? Clearly an endearment in German, and who do I ask?
A/N 2: This was another fun chapter to write, loved introducing a new character, what do you all think of Randall? What do you all think of Lucy's backstory? Looking forward to seeing what you all think! SSD
German Translation:
Schatz- treasure, darling
Fancast for OC:
Randall Stirling- a young Jonathan Bailey but with strawberry blond hair and grey eyes.