*Aaron*
Just as I did last night, I notice her the moment she waltzes through the doorway.
She is wearing the same gown of deep blue, no doubt purchased solely for her clandestine visits
to my club, something she wouldn’t wear on any other occasion lest one of the she-wolves in attendance recognize it and realize she is not keeping her proper period of mourning.
That possibility had occurred to me as I had been sketching what I do know of her features. Her fear of discovery has little to do with the sinning and more to do with the timing of it. I never understood the requisite mourning periods, spelled out so succinctly in books on etiquette. Not that I would ever admit to reading about the subject, but I have always been fascinated by what is considered proper behavior. Not to mention
