Here we are again. Tuesday night. 6 hours from the deadline.
And Bella scrambles to get her #WIP it up Wednesday blog hop post live. Again.
Excerpt from the never-ending manuscript, book V in the Waldorf Manor series. You're welcome.
When Anabelle stood in the foyer that evening as Wellesley held her coat, Brayden and Alice watched her slip into it. Neither of them wanted her to leave. “Thank you,” she smiled at the butler. “Aren’t you going to do up her buttons, father?” Alice looked up at him. “He always does my buttons,” she reassured Ana. Brayden and Anabelle looked at each other, and she couldn’t help but look down with a coy smile. Very often, Ana was sincerely grateful for the way in which Alice spoke out of turn. She wanted nothing more than for Brayden to button her coat, although she wouldn’t have asked in front of Alice. She might not have asked at all. Brayden took a step toward Anabelle with a confident smile. “My daughter is narrating our love story,” he whispered, then kissed her cheek gently. Alice saw the way Anabelle flushed at whatever her father had just said, and responded with a smile of her own. Brayden slowly raised his hands and fastened the top button without taking his eyes away from Ana’s. She felt a lump rise in her throat and didn’t have any desire to resist as he moved down to the second button. Anabelle wished she had one hundred more buttons for him to fasten. Or unfasten. “You missed one, father.” Their eye contact broke momentarily, just long enough for him to realise Alice was right. He finished doing Ana’s coat up and leant forward. “You’re all safely tucked inside now,” Brayden whispered into her ear. Anabelle’s lips spread into a wide smile as her eyes looked at the marble floor. She would sleep well that night recounting his words. She wished Brayden would safely tuck himself inside something else. The thought made Anabelle blush as she forced her eyes back to his. Intuitively, Brayden knew cheeky or amusing speculation had crossed her mind. He raised his eyebrows to indicate knowledge of his suspicion and then kissed her cheek again. “Behave.”
photo: anouska proetta brandon
Her departure that evening left Alice and Brayden just watching Wellesley close the double doors behind her. There was a long pause before Alice broke the silence. “I know Miss Greyson can’t stay here until you’re married, father.” She looked up at him. “Do you know how long that will be?” Brayden looked over at Wellesley, who cleared his throat and walked out of the foyer calmly. “Who would like to know?” he asked, his daughter. His conversation with Bennett came to mind. “Me. Who else?” “Everyone, apparently,” Brayden spoke to himself, mostly. “Yes, I suppose,” Alice shrugged her shoulders and turned toward the staircase. Brayden turned around and caught himself before he inquired as to whether Alice was referring to any further gambling. “Just don’t take too long, father. I love seeing you in love, and I hate seeing her leave.” Alice gave him a thoughtful smile before she started up the right staircase.