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Sooner or later, it was going to happen. Sooner or later, she would pay the price f...
A/N: ✨THANK YOU SO MUCH✨ to all those who read, supported, commented and voted on my story so far, giving it the opportunity to reach 1K readings.
This chapter is a small gift (not that small, actually 😬 It's longer than a normal chapter) and it's written from Tommy's POV.
IMPORTANT: This chapter covers what happened in chapters 𝕀𝕀 and 𝕀𝕀𝕀 of this story, which correspond to the first entry in Olivia's diary, the gala dinner. Therefore, if you see dialogue that is repeated, it is because Tommy and Olivia shared several scenes during those episodes and both experienced the same. Likewise, you will be surprised by how many situations affected them differently, or how Olivia didn't notice many things that happened to Tommy that night 😏
There are no plot advances in this chapter, so the reader can skip it if they want.
I hope you like it! 💖
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𝔸s he lit his cigarette, Tommy took a second to stare at the number of strangers who had suddenly invaded his home. He took a long drag and through the open front door, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful car stoping in the driveway. Tommy narrowed his eyes: he did not have his glasses on but he wanted to make sure if the guest who had arrived was Lord Pennington or not.
A strange tranquility ran through him as a petulant old woman dressed in furs got out of the car instead of the hunched old man he was supposed to kill that night.
<<I'm getting soft>>, Tommy told himself, and he didn't know if he liked that or caused him contempt.
"Have you seen your sister?"
Polly's voice came from behind causing him to shiver. His aunt seldom had the chance to surprise him distracted or off guard, but lately this was happening more often than Tommy would like to admit. The laudanum had slowed his senses, plunged him into a state of continuous numbness, even when he did not drink it, although he drank it more and more frequently.
"No", Tommy simply replied, without turning around.
"This is madness", Polly commented, coming to stand beside him. Whoever didn't know her, would say that she was enjoying the gala, but Tommy knew she was tense. "Pray that Ada doesn't find out what you're going to do..."
"Sadly, Ada isn't stupid", Tommy interrupted, "and she knows that oldster's ties very well." Tommy took a step toward the door and Polly followed. "Do you think he'll come? He should already be here".
"He's a lord, Thomas", Pol reminded him. "Those kinds of bastards like to keep us waiting".
Tommy crossed the threshold and out into the night. Standing in front of the facade of his mansion, he gazed out into the endless darkness of his lands. It was a cold night in early spring and the stars were twinkling in the sky. He heard the sounds of insects in the grasslands, and not far away an owl hooted in the crown of some leafy tree. The bustle inside the mansion increased as the guests arrived, and the gravel driveway at the entrance was ripped apart by ruts made by car tires.
