Chapter Two
Cinderella’s Conquest
“Welcome to Blackthorne House, General.” Richard said. The 1912 automobile sputtered in motionless impatience as the chauffeur opened the door for the gentleman and his wife. The sunset gleamed on the medals stretched across his olive-drab uniform, and ignited iridescent flashes in his wife’s green velvet gown. Her generous breasts almost spilled into view as she ducked to clear the door.
“Thank you, Sir Richard,” The general replied. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you since the unfortunate loss of your father. Dashed unpleasant business-—The sinking of the Titanic.”
“Thank you, General. I still can’t believe he is really gone.”
Next in line was a carriage drawn by a pair of snow-white mares. A footman jumped down and jerked the door open.
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