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Afternoon Tea
He was an arrogant man. His eyes hid his fears and his actions displayed confidence. He spoke with a monotone
voice that was smooth, deep and sensual. He had a slight British accent that was heard with every other word he spoke. He had
slicked black hair with one strand that hung over one eye. His hazel eyes changed with every movement. He was the typical
aristocrat. He stared at everyone with the same haughty glares. His brows accented his words. He was tall with narrow s
houlders.
He seemed to be in his early thirties, yet at times he would seem much
older. His
name was Mr. William M. Asbury.
Mary’s eyes filled with eager curiosity as he moved in front of the fireplace. The others in the room listened
tentatively
at his conversation.
His shadow bounced off the walls.
There was little lighting in the Asbury mansion.
“I believe everyone has enjoyed my discourse of utter vanity,” he
bantered. The
room laughed.
She stared at each person that was seated in the room. Each person was holding a cup of tea. To the farther corner of
the room were the Dawsons. Mr. Thurston Dawson and his rather obese, wife, Faye Dawson. Serena’s father and mother were
aquainted with the quaint couple. She had known them since her birth. Mrs. Dawson was the loudest of all the people in the
room. She would give a blithe laugh and was always full of animation. Her tired eyes were never seen, only her large smile.
Serena enjoyed her company, on the contrary all the others thought of her as a nuisance, even her husband. He seemed to regret
taking her along. His small eyes would squint, through his small rimmed glasses, at her every word and his brows would quickly
give an irritated look. Serena, amused, with her pleasant countenance smiled at her every remark.