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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:47 pm
Marcus leaned back while the Duchess rambled on and on about dresses and the guest list and how she knew the owner of a quaint little inn near Tuscany, and how suitable that would be. He would let Terryn take this one.
"But...oh, we'll need caterers. Marcus, you have some estates in Italy. Make your servants useful for once, won't you? And then...let's see..." She looked interestedly at Terryn. "Terryn, how many may we expect from your side of the family?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:52 pm
Terryn jumped at this opportunity, unfortunately not thinking things over. "Oh well..." She stopped, not quite sure what to say. She was no longer in contact with some of her relatives, and her father had been rather alienated after his marriage to Serina. "I am sure that we will have a good number. Probably best to arrange these things with my father when he arrives home."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:59 pm
The Duchess nodded sympathetically. "Yes, yes. Of course. Have you thought about dresses? Or veils? Personally, I think that your veil would be most appropriatly worn..."
Marcus winced, and he leaned forward to whisper discreetly in Terryn's ear. "You should have taken the opportunity to end it there. It'll take at least another five minutes now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:06 pm
Terryn grimaced and whispered an apology back. "Worry not, though. I have an idea." Waiting for the duchess to finish a sentence, Terryn coughed into her hand, doing it in a rather convincing matter as well. "Oh, forgive me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:13 pm
The Duchess shook her head, luckily stopping rather than continuing on to printers for the invitations. "Not at all. Are you falling ill?" she asked, concerned.
Marcus gave Terryn a small, proud smile. Nicely executed, well timed. She had potential.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:16 pm
Terryn patted her collarbone lightly, shaking her head politely. "No, I believe it is just the season. I tend to have an adverse reaction to some of the blooms."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:23 pm
Marcus shook his head, but he actually grimaced when Terryn brought up the subject of blooms.
"Then we must be sure that you have none of those flowers at the wedding..." The Duchess paused, looking rather affronted by Marcus's expression. "Excuse us, Marcus. Does our conversation offend you?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:29 pm
Terryn chuckled, taking Marcus's hand delicately. "I believe that he is too manly for a conversation regarding floral arrangements. Are you not, darling?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:37 pm
Marcus smiled. "I think so."
The Duchess rose, rolling her eyes. "Too manly," she scoffed. She snorted to herself, and left the room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:09 am
Terryn watched the duchess exit, a triumphant smile on her face. "Perhaps I am the winner of this little contest and not you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 7:58 am
Marcus raised his eyebrows. "First of all, that was an easy topic, and second of all, you lost points for letting her slip through your fingers. That's poor technique, even if you are a novice. And lastly..." he said, leaning back leisurely and looking at the clock. "That was still just over twelve."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:34 am
Terryn looked at him blankly for a second, her expression neutral as she subtly jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 11:07 am
Marcus started forwards, setting a hand on his stomach. Ow. He scowled at Terryn. "You're a sore loser," he complained.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 11:23 am
"No, I believe you are the sore one right now." Terryn gave him a scowl, though in all honesty she was smiling underneath it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 11:34 am
"I beg your pardon. You are the loser," Marcus said, sitting up and trying not to crack a grin. "Sore or otherwise."
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