"Well, that took a ridiculously long time." Fiona said looking at Mary, "Your boy must be losing his touch."
"I don't think so, he makes colors flash behind closed eyes and pink parts wet and lovely." She said with a dreamy sigh, the knitting needles in her hands clicking rapidly. Fiona's palm itched to slap Ciaran, his childe was stark raving mad. He sat watching them sipping his brandy, she figured that was why he invested so much into Charles' pet, music lessons, language studies, he spared no expenses.
"Is it time for the party?" Mary said with a smile on her child-like face, "I'm ever so ready to dance the night away."
"Shall we see who's coming to the party?" Ciaran said standing and finishing off his drink. "Call in all the servants, we don't want anyone escaping ton
