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"Good morning Grell." William said, leaning over and gives him a kiss.


Claude poured morning tea for Ciel and Isabella like usual, a slight smile of a amusement on his face. He hadn't had to do anything to embarrass Satrina early that morning. Just merely looking at her was enough to get her to look away rather guiltily. He was going to have a talk with her if she was going to be "active" with Aden.

"Don't forget, we have that social function to attend later, please don't be late like last time." Isabella said to Ciel. "Elizabeth is wanting all hands on deck for the fundraising for her project with the Canadian beavers."

Isabella smiled. thought her smile was a little tentative. She sipped her tea and looked thought he price list for the items that where going to be put for auction, Isabella had put on of her 'impressionistic' paintings up for bids. Since it was rather an unusual style of art, she was nervous on how England's high society would take to it, even thought,,,,she had signed it under a different name.

Isabella looked up and smiled a little mischievously "Jean-Claude Monet....a frenchman."
Claude frowned and glanced up. Just as Isabella predicted. She never got tired of teasing him first thing in the mornings. She held back a giggle and went back to her breakfast.

Claude didn't think it was amusing.
Isabella only smiled.


"Don't look so grumpy Ciel. we're only here for a little while." Isabella said as they came through the doors of the hall that Elizabeth had rented for the evening. The tables where already filling with people a lot of people who glanced curiously their way. They did tend to make a scene where ever they went to. Ciel being the youngest business men in the country and Isabella being a foreign aristocrat.
Isabella didn't seem to be well received at all by the other nobles of England, partially the women. They saw her an outsider, and interloper who had stolen one of their most eligible bachelors from another woman.
Isabella put on a fake smile that she wore when greeting these women, Ticking off in her head just what secrets that they kept from the rest of the world. 'Ther'es Ms.H....all her children are by different fathers, none from her husband....Ms.J....She's having an affair with the youngest member of her house staff.. Miss. S Kills her children as soon as they are born.Ms.M.....She 'enjoys' dogs....'
Because she knew such secrets she could easily bring them down if she so wanted to. Being the wife to be of Queen's guard dog had it's perks.

Elizabeth smiled. "It's a conservation effort on the part of several native villages and the Society of fair trade in Canada. The Beaver will be going instinct if the fur trade keeps going on as it is."
"Ahh, I remember reading about this. It's our rising interest in felt and other fur are what driving the demand." Isabella said. "Mostly hats, and other things which are currently fashionable....Hmm. I like your hat. What fabric is made out of?"
Elizabeth smiled and twirled around. "Its cotton and muslin, stiffened by wire and glue. I try to use non-crulity products in my fashions when ever possible."
Isabella sweat-dropped, she was wearing a white mink stole around her shoulders that evening. "It's very lovely and flashy! the feathers are from Africa I'm guessing?"
"Yes gathered from Ostrich farms, the feathers are naturally molted. These hats are going to all the rage soon" The young woman smiled proudly. She really was a gentle soul.

Isabella raised her fan to start." 350 pounds" She rather liked the flashy red dress.
"400 Pounds" another lady answered, the bidding war started. It was an very unusual fabric done in a classical style. Isabella didn't bother to bid again. But she smiled then the dress's price went up to 1300 pounds. They had no idea how rare that fabric really was.