The Guild Chronicles Books 1-3 by J M Bannon

Author:J M Bannon [Bannon, J M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-24T04:00:00+00:00

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3:30 p.m. The Home of Miss. Anna Moore, Regent’s Park

The steam carriage chugged down the street eventually arriving at its destination, the Moore's townhouse, in Regents Park. Violet road in the back of the hire car with her unlikely chaperone, wearing the splendid new dress she had had tailored to fit her perfectly at Presley's boutique. Pāora fidgeted next to her in a somber navy coat with a collared shirt and bow tie.

"What time would you like me to return?" asked the Maori.

"Pāora, I'm having tea with a lady of society; not going on an adventure with my sister," Violet knew how protective their newest household staff was of herself and her daughter. The coachman opened the carriage door and waited for Violet to exit.

Pāora placed his paw-like hand on Violet's tiny wrist, "It is the dangers of the city that concern me and you're coming and goings within it, are safer with me as company."

There was no arguing with him. He was right, no one would dare think of saying a thing to her with the burly Pacific Islander hovering nearby. In a city containing every mix of race and creed, Pāora stuck out, finely dressed but covered head to toe in tattoos. Once Rose invited him to stay or rather insisted, he had settled into the house as the Major Domo and de facto security guard. The man never shared why he was so compelled to be with Rose and her family, only that after the incident on the Thrift, he knew he was destined to be with them. Violet also knew Pāora had secretly been receiving help from Oscar Owen's man to learn how to provide suitable service at the house.

"Can you return at half past five to escort me home?" Pāora nodded in acknowledgment then rested his forehead on Violet's their noses touching. Violet had learned the Māori sign of affection and was growing used to it.

Violet briskly walked to the front door, the March air was damp, and the overcast sky refused the sun an opportunity to burn off the cold morning air, even this close to mid-day. Before her foot hit the portico steps, the door opened. "Welcome, Miss Caldwell," said the middle-aged butler. "May I take your coat?" Violet took the servant's help to peel off her wool overcoat. Anna Moore emerged from the parlour. "Miss. Caldwell, I am overjoyed that you could attend to us today. I had hoped that we would have a more temperate climate and could take tea in the garden, but we will take tea in the parlour instead," the young mistress of house greeted her. She wore her hair up and chose an embroidered light blue crinoline skirt with a fitted velveteen jacket to show off to her new friend.

Violet, was already feeling overwhelmed, was it tea or lunch and does the change of venue mean anything? Her curiosity in knowing more about Jacob Moore had encouraged her to accept Anna Moore's invitation, even at the risk of looking boorish.

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