Finally the last bits of food were eaten, the wine drunk, and the meal paid for, Marguerite and Percy both left the little cafe to head out into the sun of the hot day. She laced her arm though his as they walked down the street. "Well now Percy, we have much to do today. What shall we take care of first?"
"Well, it could be said a place for the event." He still was not
used to saying wedding, love, and such things. Hell, he barely
believed it himself that he had captured the heart of France's famous
beauty. It was inconceivable.
"What do women do when they plan?" He had not the first idea, for he
attended other's weddings and had no siblings from which to draw
from. Marguerite might as well have asked him if he preferred silk
stockings over underskirts. It was all foreign to the Baronet.
"I don't know what they do Percy. After all, this is my first wedding,
and, um, most of my friends aren't exactly the marrying sort, if you
understand what I mean." Marguerite said, averting her eyes slightly.
He laughed at her humor. Marguerite had such a way with words and
phrases. The stricken man kissed and patted her hand. "Well said,
indeed. How this foolish and straight laced Englishman ever found
your eye, I will never know."
Marguerite smiled, "By being sweet, and kind, and caring." Marguerite
paused for a minute. "Percy, I hope you don't mind, but I went to the
shop were you set up the account for me, but I didn't like it, so I went
to see Claudette, and she's doing my dress instead. You don't mind do
you?"
"Not at all Maeve. Toss your head to the wind and spit on the ground
for all I care. Choose whatever best makes you happy."
"I'm glad you don't mind. I just felt uncomfortable, like they were
looking down at me for some reason." Marguerite said. "And speaking of
my dress, I should check and see how it is coming."
"Looking down upon you? On MY Maeve? I can not even imagine.
Whatever for?"
"I guess I'm not exactly the type of client they're used to
having." Marguerite said, as she gently tugged on the material of her own dress."
"Not the type of client? You are the most famous woman and well
respected actress in all of France. I fail to follow."
Marguerite gave a slight sigh. "Well known as I may be, that doesn't make me rich enough to afford the gowns and dresses they sell Percy. The people that usually shop there are, well, like yourself. They're wealthy, and money doesn't matter to them. Armand and I, we're not poor, but far from wealthy. I suppose they didn't care much for me once I went into the shop. At first they ignored me, until I mention your name. Then their faces all light up, but it was all fake. All they cared about was your money."
An idea crossed the mind of the man. "Well, let's go see how they
are, straight away. Whot?" He took a hold of Marguerite's hand and
headed that way. Quickly and with purpose.
Marguerite grabbed his hand and attempted to plant her feet on the
ground. "No, no, no Percy, please don't go make a scene. It's probably
better this way." she tried to reason with him. "Claudette has been
making many of my dresses for several years, and I wouldn't feel right not asking her to do my wedding gown. Besides, she probably needs the money more than the people in the other shop do."
Keeping hold of her still, he laughed and shook his head. "Make a
scene? Furthest thing from my mind." With some inner grin, Blakeney
opened the shop door and waited for Marguerite to pass.
Marguerite eyed the opened door and then looked to Percy. She shook her
head and looked again at the door. "I don't want to go back there."
"Marguerite...." he said and looked at her in a way that was not a
challenge, but not submissive by any means. "You will have to just
trust me."
Marguerite gave a sigh and stepped into the shop, careful to avoid looking at anyone that might be there and looked back to Percy quietly as he followed her into the shop.
"Alright my dear!" He said loudly as he entered, attracting the
attention of the expensive shop owner's ears. "Let's try on
something blue, shall we? An evening gown perhaps, say whot? No!
Better yet. Why not a few different shades of blue? Come now...
where are all these dresses for my bride-to-be to try on? I do wish
to see her in them."
Marguerite gave him an uncomfortable stare. She doubted any of them
recognized her from the other day. "Percy," she began to say in protest
until a few girls came up showing her some blue dresses that he had
requested.
At the sound of his request, the place became a bustle of movement,
dresses quickly being shown to Marguerite and Sir Percy. As he stood
and watched, he gave Maeve a comforting wink and nodded his approval
to the shopkeep. "Yes, yes. Help her to try them on, say?"
Several of the girls smiled and exited into the next room with a number of dresses. One grabbed Marguerite's hand to lead her away, but she tried to reach for Percy instead.
"Ahh ahhh ahhh." He recoiled back a bit and watched her get dragged
away. With an impish grin, Blakeney laughed, "It would be
ungentlemanly of me to accompany you."
Marguerite nearly gasped at what he suggested she wanted and flushed as
the other girls managed to lead her into the back room. Immediately a few began to try and help her out of her dress but she pushed them away and instead went behind a screen in the corner. She was used to having people help her try on clothes and change. She always loved trying on new clothes with Claudette, and the dressers at the theatre were very helpful, but not these women, she didn't want them in the same room as her, much less undressing and dressing her. She took a random dress from one of the closer girls and put it on, adjusting it herself before stepping back out into the main room.
The approving smile crossed his face. "Ah, fits like my own glove."
Lifting his arm, he shown his leather bound hand and smiled. "Give
that one to the lady, for it looks gorgeous on you. Try a different
color. Something far more radiant and expensive." He nodded to the
shop keep to bring out the best, and quickly it was done.
Marguerite was near fuming. Why was he doing this? She didn't want to be here. She didn't want these clothes, or these girls fusing over her. And more than anything, she didn't want to give these greedy girls anymore money or business. She turned away from Percy and went back into the other room, intent on putting her own dress, her new green one that she had modeled for Percy the day she got it from Claudette.
Moving around, he picked out a few on the wall, a hanging hook, and
made sure to pick only the most expensive in the shop. While
Marguerite changed into her next ensemble, Sir Percy nodded for the
dress shop owner to bring them to her.
Marguerite tried to get her own dress back, but it had been moved out of
her reach, and she snatched another dress out of the hands of one of the
girls. Despite her coldness, the girls all seemed happy and willing to
help. She quickly dressed in another gown as she noticed a few of the
other dresses being packaged in the back room. She stepped out into the
main room where Percy was and waited for him to say something.
"Simply dashing darling! Do try another!"
Marguerite stepped closer to him and said in his ear, "We don't have time for me to try another Percy. We have a wedding to plan."
"Oh yes.... but of course you are right Maeve. How silly of me. Do
go and change. Oh your ownership!" Without even taking a breath,
Blakeney turned to the shopkeep and laughed. "Do find me the total
cost on the green, the blue, that red one I picked out..." He turned
and looked at Marguerite. "You simply must have fun with these sort
of things you know." He himself began picking dresses of hooks and
racks, placing them on the small counter.
"Yes yes, the one she has on as well. Do tally the total for me,
Mmm?" Sir Percy smiled and leaned nearer to the shopkeep, who was
the happiest man in France.
Marguerite rushed into the back and tossed off the dress she was wearing
and angrily demanded her own dress back. Finally one of the girls found
it, now wrinkled since none of them had cared to hang it properly while she changed in and out of the other dressed. Frustrated and upset she stepped out of the backroom to see Percy with the person Marguerite assumed to be the owner. He appeared to be preparing to purchase the dresses, which only served to make her more upset.
"What's that you say? 4,923 francs for the entire lot? Why, that is
over twelve dresses there." The shopkeep nodded and smiled, speaking
of the high quality threads and dinear. Blakeney knew the jargon and
nodded in agreement. Quickly, the man began to wrap up the dresses.
"Now now. 4,923 francs. That would equate to about 328 pounds back
home. 328 pounds is an awful large sum, but not more than my lovely
wife deserves!" He saw Marguerite come back out and he smiled,
hugging her close and keeping one arm wrapped safely around her. "I
say, 328 pounds would equate to what in gold? 500, no 600? Damn me,
math was never my strong point. If you were to divide the weight of
the gold by the cost of the press, but then multiply it by the rate
of exchange for the frane to meet the equal of the pound. Zounds!
Who in the devil can even calculate such things!"
Shaking his head, Blakeney laughed and took hold of Marguerite's
hand. "Oh bother and never mind. All this math is tedious and has
tired me out." He turned and headed for the door.
"Come Marguerite, let us find a cafe with some wine. Yes, wine is
definitely in order." Turning to the girls and shop keep, holding
Marguerite's hand as he lead her, Sir Percy laughed behind
him, "Thank you for your hospitality and good day to you! Better
luck next time as they say, whot?"
Marguerite, for the first time in the shop, gave a smile as she fought to suppress her giggles and followed Percy out the door of the shop. Once a bit a way she put her arm through his again. You'd think they'd at least care enough for the customers to hang their clothes. They've gone and wrinkled my dress." she said, still giggling over the trick Percy played on the shop keeper.
"Posh! We'll never set foot in the likes of that place again.
Forget your unpressed dress. We'll go visit your Claudette, Clarice,
Cloricia.... bugger! Whatever her name is. Let's drop a few
thousand francs in there, say? That way, today we will have had
twice the fun." He hugged her close and smiled. He felt he defended
her properly.
Marguerite giggled as he pulled her closer to him. "You had it correct
the first time Percy. Now, as we walk, I suppose we could discuss
some things, like where and when to have the ceremony, what to do after,
and of course, do we need to make any special arrangements for leaving
Paris, and finding a place to spend a little time to yourselves for a few days after the ceremony."
He walked alongside Marguerite and found himself humming an off-keyed
happy little English tune. "Alright," he began, cutting to a part
that most interested him, "Afterwards, shall we spend a few days in
some exotic inn or whichever suits your fancy really. I've seen
much, but wish to make you happy." The cocky smile formed and the
ego threw itself out in the open before her. "Of course, if all goes
well, you will be quite satisfied as they say, Mmmm?"
Marguerite sighed happily, "If all goes well I hope we shall both be
satisfied. You know what I think would be lovely, is to take a little meal after the ceremony. What if we went to the bistro where we went on the night we meet?"
"I suppose even I will be hungry, say? That shall fit the bill just
fine." He thought a moment. "So where do you wish to hold this
blessed event?" He did not want to ask if she and her brother
belonged to a church in France, for somehow, like himself, Marguerite
struck him as the type that might make appearances, but was not a
regular worshiper in the house of the Lord. Blakeney had his beliefs
and preferred to practice them privately.
He hoped Marguerite was like himself, for this little topic could be
a huge issue depending on each one's viewpoint.
Marguerite stopped for a moment and thought about this. "Um, Percy, being English, would I be correct in assuming you're a protestant?"
Being English, his parents were protestant. Living his life on a
boat and traveling about for fifteen years, the son of Sir Algernon
had less that devout practices. Oh, he was schooled in the belief
and held God near to him, but belonging to an actual institution was a
whole subject he was not sure to embark upon. She would find out
eventually. Better to be out with it at once.
"I am English, and therefore by a defaultive nature, yes.
Protestant." As horrible as it sounded, Marguerite certainly was not
the type of woman who attended church every day and prayed, was she?
If she was, then she was of a proper upbringing, but Percy always
associated her more with himself. A bit unorthodox.
Marguerite nodded. "That may cause a slight problem Percy, being that I
am a Catholic." Marguerite knew the church generally didn't allow
marriage to non-Catholics and suddenly was a bit nervous considering their plans.
He grimaced a bit. Why did something as insignificant as an
institution get in his way? He did know honestly know all the rigid
rules about such things, for never before had he paid attention to
them. He never thought himself to be married.
Like he handled everything, Percy Blakeney waved his hand in the
air. "Ha, practically the same thing. Why, let's find your church
and see if they will bend the rules a wee bit eh? After all, a
charming man such as myself surely can live up the expectation of
Catholicism, mmmmm?"
"Percy, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Many priests are very strict,
and with the new government, it will be hard to find a priest to perform
the ceremony to being with." Marguerite took a deep breath and sighed as they walked along. "My priest, Father Simon, might be willing to help, but I'd be nervous about asking him."
"We certainly won't have an answer standing here. Lead the way." He
smiled at her. She was nervous over meeting a priest? Whatever for,
he wondered.
"Well, we will look for him later." Marguerite said. "Right now, I want to see my dress. And we still need to discuss other plans. Can we still go to the shore Percy for our honeymoon? Oh how I would love to see the ocean."
"Whatever you like." He mused and smiled. "Let's go tend to this
dress then. A partial new wardrobe would be a good addition as
well." Blakeney had already sent word back to Frank to purchase many
things for the new Lady Blakeney in London. He did not give details
to Frank about Marguerite, but just let the man wonder.
Blakeney loved his games.
Marguerite continued leading the way. "Well, the dress will do for
now. I think it would be best to spend the night after the ceremony
here. I think we'll have better things to do after celebrating than rush off to the carriage. Armand may want to visit his friends for a night before leaving, so perhaps we could stay at my flat."
The Baronet smiled. It was a wide smile. A full smile. The smile
of a man who knew years of waiting were just about to be earned. It
was the smile of things to soon come.
Leaning near her neck, Blakeney nibbled gently. His soft lips
pressed and repressed on the tender flesh that smelled so dear. "If
he does not wish to, perhaps I will beat him away." Giving a final
kiss, the blue eyes Englishman straighten himself back up to the full
six feet odd and glanced about him. Such displays were not normal
for him out in public, but he did them anyway as the French did not
seem to notice.
Marguerite took in a slight gasp of air as he kissed her neck. "Somehow I don't think that will be necessary Percy," she breathed in a near
whisper. Disappointed he pulled away, she pulled herself closer to him as they walked along. "And then there is the trip to the shore. Did you arrange for a coach to take our belongs up there already Percy, or
does that still need to be done?"
Interlacing his fingers, he grunted. "Something is dreadfully wrong
here." Pulling back his hand, Blakeney quickly took off his gloves
and put them in his pocket. "There, a little more airy, eh?" He
retook her hand, his warm flesh pressing against hers. "Much better
this way."
"Much better Percy," she commented as she softly squeezed his hand.
"I can arrange for a coach. Simple formality really. Let's see to
this dress of yours and then to your preacher. Or is it pastor?
Bishop? I say, I am not very good with those circles of formalities
Marguerite. Does this bother you?" He asked, for he wished to
know. He was an English Protestant, and not a very good one at
that. So far, he felt that Marguerite was a much more devout
individual than himself. It bothered him not, but if she expected
him to be a church goer, with his plights to France, this could
potentially become quite a situational problem.
"It's priest Percy." Marguerite said as they turned the final corner to
the dress shop. "And it's understandable that you're unfamiliar with the terms. It doesn't bother me, just try to remember when we meet him."
The long arm extended and opened the shop door for Marguerite.
"Do tell, how often do you go and see your priest?" He asked, but
there was a bit of tentivness in his voice. Almost an urgency, but
fair. Blakeney wanted to know. Felt he needed to. "Daily?
Weekly? Holiday?" He hoped for Holiday, as seemed to be his track
record. Entering the dress shop behind her, Percy stuck to her like
glue, waiting.
"I used to attend weekly, until the new government began putting
restrictions of religions. Mass isn't held regularly anymore, but if I
happen to here that one is being held, I try to attend." Marguerite said as she entered the dress shop. She smiled at one of the girls, who then left to get Claudette.
It was not the best answer, but certainly not the worst. He gave a
slight shrug inside his head and allowed the belled door to close
behind him. What would they do once they came to England? Certainly
Marguerite would understand that he would not be attending a church
hall every Sunday. Not the King's church nor a remote Catholic
church, if such places even existed. He had heard of some privately
holding masses or whatever practice it was. Would she expect him to
find them? He certainly hoped not.
He gave a bit of a laugh, realizing he was obsessing over the subject
so. His Maeve would understand the noble cause he did. Perhaps he
could tell her now, so she would understand why he was so adamant for
an answer. Moving near, Blakeney opened his mouth to whisper the
secret, but Claudette appeared and he changed into a kiss instead.
With a smile, Percy nodded at Claudette and moved back.
The secret, once more, would have to wait for a better time to be
told.
Claudette excitedly burst into the room and began chatting on and on over the dress. She was worried about the proper fitting, look, and design, having never done anything so elaborate for Marguerite before. Marguerite asked Claudette to get the dresses ready and she'd try it on so she could check it. as Claudette left, Marguerite turned back to Percy, to await a response to her last statement.
The absentminded Baronet's brain was already onto something else, and
he stood there, watching the womanly scene of dresses unfold. He
remembered their last shop encounter and smiled. "You will pick out
many items you like from here, yes Maeve?"
"Just one Percy, one very important one."
"Well, you should purchase some things for the days to follow." He
moved close to her ear and whispered, "We will be alone for a few
days Maeve, and despite the rumors I hear of clothes not
needed......" He again kissed her cheek. "Perhaps you should pick
out some things. In fact, I insist upon it."
"Percy!" Marguerite gasped. She felt herself flush and quickly changed
the subject, to control herself knowing that Claudette and the others were in the next room.
Marguerite said. "Are you alright Percy? You didn't seem to pleased
when I mention finding a priest and going to church. Is this
something we need to discuss?"
"Well, where is fine. How is fine. Just understand," he casually
looked around the dress shop. She would find out sooner or
later. "These sort of practices do not partake a large portion of
my..." He looked at Marguerite. Would she pass unfavorable
judgment on him? There was no avoiding this issue. Blakeney was
not going to become something he was not over night.
With a sheepish grin, he gestured faintly, "You understand, I hope."
"It's quiet alright Percy. I would expect you change your religion, or
even current practices for me." Marguerite said. "Now shall I go try on my dress? I will have to warn you though, I won't model it for you this time, you'll have to wait until the ceremony."
That put some ease to the subject wandering around inside his brain.
A smile returned to the worried face. "Yes, yes. Try on the demmed
thing. I promise not to peek, but again, I do insist you pick out
some things. I believe I made a promise of some near 5000 francs to
Claudia, Odette, Claudette!" He remembered the correct name. "To
your Claudette and I will not leave here until every last one is
spent."
Blakeney had learned one thing about Marguerite in the past 6 weeks
of knowing her. She was not used to spending money or having it
spent on her behalf. This is something he loved to do, and would go
any means necessary to win. His wife would be lavished with
monetary wonder. If not, what was his family's fortune for?
Marguerite smiled and threw her arms around Percy to give him a hug, "Oh
Percy, thank you so much." She knew Percy liked spending money on her,
but she didn't mind it here. She knew Claudette and her family could use the business.
The smile only grew on his face and he hugged his bride-to-be back.
If each day of his life was spent in such a manner, he would want for
nothing. He waited now, as his bride went to do her thing.
In this shop, Percy took a chair and glanced outside the window.
Marguerite left Percy and went into the back to change into her
gown. Despite Claudette's worries, the dress was a perfect fit. Only a
little bit of the finishing touches needed to be added before it would be finished. Everything from the veil to the shoes were assembled and
Marguerite was more than happy with the results. While she had the gown
on, one of the girls pressed her green dress, making her feel a bit more
presentable when she finally joined Percy again in the main room.
"Hmmm." He glanced at his returning bride and blinked. "I could be
mistaken. I realize it could be the same shop you purchased it
originally.... But when they give you new items to try on for
purchasing, are the clothes not supposed to be different from what
you already have?"
The Baronet teased. "Damn my aging eye, but I could swear that dress
is remarkably similar to one you already have. Of course, this one
is a bit more presentable, minus the wrinkles."
Marguerite giggled. "Yes, they made a mess of my dress in the other shop, so I told them I needed a new one here, and since I loved it so much, they gave me one just like it, and put it to your account."
The Baronet raised an eyebrow. "They just happened to have one just
like it, hmm? You should burn them both then, for to be truly
fashionable, my wife will only be dressed in one of a kinds."
Blakeney called her bluff and smiled.
Marguerite giggled and replied, "what does it matter if there is one or
two, if I own all of them."
Remaining in the shop seat, the Englishman shook his head. "A clever
one, Marguerite St. Just." He smiled and laughed. "Where are
these 'other' dresses now, say? Or must you purchase everything in
twos? I think I should be in tune to such things. Your odd habits
and the like." His light blue eyes winked at her. The heart growing
ever so fonder.
Marguerite checked to see that they were alone before sliding onto his
lap. "You'll see everything in good time Percy. I promise, everything."
This man had never known he could find new ways to become more
happier than the moment just passed. He slid his arms around her.
Seductively, he whispered, "Do tell about this everything...." His
languid eyes lazily eyed her. What would this woman of taste and
culture respond with?
Marguerite drew in a sharp, short breath as Percy put his arms around
her. "You'll know all about everything in good time my dear Percy." she
whispered back, "but I must watch myself. If Father Simon agrees to marry us, he will probably insist I make confession with him before the
ceremony. I would hate to have to include impure thoughts with my other
sins."
He grinned more. "Are you having impure thoughts? About me?" The
ego grew.
"I'm trying not too." Marguerite said, in a bit of a teasing tone,
"and you're not helping me.
Wiggling his fingers into her sides, Blakeney felt the tender flesh
underneath her dress. Ran his fingers over material over ribs. "But
I am helping you... aren't I?" His voice dropped ever so slightly.
What did he care if she confessed impure thoughts? She might as well
join him.
Marguerite gasped in shock at his forwardness. She could just barely feel his fingers, nothing more really than just light pressure through her many layers, but it was more than enough to make her blood race. "Not if I'm trying to avoid such thoughts Percy, or such actions."
"Shall I pray then Maeve?" He hugged her close and glanced over to
the back of the shop. No one in view yet. Moving his lips near her
ear, he tenderly nipped and tugged on the lower lobe before adding in
a whisper, "I think tis too late for myself."
Marguerite drew in another gasp as he nibbled on her ear. "You should
hope that Father Simon does not ask to hear your confession, and hope that you'll only have to admit such things to me."
"I'll admit them to the world, if I must. Let Father Simon ask. You
can give me something more to confess...." Slowly he slid his hand
around. Let him go to hell and back for this. Blakeney remembered
her passion in the park.
Marguerite felt his hand cover her more and took in a few slow
breaths. "Well, I'm waiting." she remarked, waiting to see what, if
anything, he might confess to her.
He squeezed her and smiled. She was toying with him, wasn't she?
What English lady would respond this way? Blakeney knew the answer:
None.
His soft voice tickled her ear. "I confess of impure thoughts of the
honorable woman before me. I confess that I damn the sky for having
to wait the last few days left. I confess that I would near trade
the lady's honor to act upon these impure thoughts...." Blakeney
closed his eyes and kissed her cheek. He would never trade in her
honor for his own selfish wants, however the dangerous game they
played called for such words to be shared. Honesty came in many
forms.
Marguerite cleared her throat a bit as his warm breath caressed her
sensitive skin. "Well then, I hope you'll be able to bare just a few more, short days."
"I will, but you must tell me. I have now confessed...." He gently
took hold of her wrist with his free hand and squeezed it, bringing
it up to his chest. "Am I forgiven?"
Marguerite looked down and gave him a bit of a coyish look. "Perhaps, but I am still curious of the details of these, so called, impure
thoughts." Marguerite said. "I may have to hear more details before I
decide if I may forgive you."
"A true gentleman would never divulge such evil thoughts to such a
beautiful woman as you. However, I might be willing to..." The lazy
blue eyes drifted off as movement came from the back. Quickly, he
removed his wandering hand from her and placed it on his leg. The
Englishman felt his features redden against his white, pale face.
Clearing his throat ever so lightly, Blakeney nodded for Marguerite
to look behind her. He felt himself stiffen in a more properly
seated pose.
Marguerite looked to the side to side Claudette reenter. Apparently at
first she paid no attention to the two. Marguerite giggled and then
Claudette looked over. Marguerite spoke to her friend in French so that
Percy wouldn't entirely understand, as she put her arms around his
neck and gave him a bit of a hug. "Aww my friend, you picked a poor time to interrupt us. My Percy was just about to indulge me into sharing so deep, dark secrets he keeps. Now the moment is broken and I fear I won't get to learn them, at least for the next few days."
His face continued to redden, hearing what Margot spoke in French to
the other woman. Having nothing witty to say, he continued the
facade of not understanding a word and sat there. Stupidly. But as
stupid as his stance was, and as uncomfortable as the return of
Claudette, the Englishman's mind wandered on her words. He would
learn... in a few days time.
Marguerite and Claudette shared another giggle as she took the cloth she
came out for and went into the back again. "I think we've done enough
damage for the day, don't you?" she asked Percy, "Perhaps it's time we go off to take care of some more things that need to be attended to."
"Such as a visit to your priest?" Blakeney raised a brow and gave
his inane laugh. Embarrassed as she made him, he loved the attention
from Marguerite St. Just.
"Yes, I think that should be the next order of business."
Reaching within his pocket, he laid into Claudette's hand 5000
francs. He smiled and nodded thanks to Claudette and looked at
Marguerite. "Do ask her to pick out some fine things that can be
sent to your flat in the next few days. For our trip of course."
Claudette, who had reentered the front room, gasped as Percy put the money into her hand. Marguerite spoke to her in French, "For new outfits, suitable for travel, or a honeymoon." The girls together giggled again as Claudette began going back to her work.
Blakeney trusted Margot's seamstress and feared not that the woman
would pick out something grand. Not that it mattered. A bed sheet
would look good wrapped around the actress. With that thought in his
mind, Percy smiled thinking of additional things to tell her priest.
Marguerite took Percy's had and lead him out of the shop and into the
street. "So, shall we attempt to find a priest now Percy, before our
souls are dammed for our thoughts."
"Too late for me, but I could attempt to having my soul saved." He
looked around up at the sky, anything but looking directly at
Marguerite. He teased her in this way.
"Lead on. Like a lamb I shall follow." He was a devout man, just not
a typical practicing one. Like right now, this very moment, Percy
gave silent thanks to the Lord for allowing his path to cross that of
Marguerite St. Just's. He was in love.