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Afternoon Tea

                        At the far left was a Ms. Jane Olivay.  Serena was quite sure she lived alone with her servants.  She lived in Orchid 

House, across the lake.  She had lived all her life there.  The Olivay name was not a common name in the area.  Her father, now

deceased, held the name Cecile Bunting.  She never took his name but kept her mother’s maiden name Olivay.  She had never

met her mother.  Her father had explained to her of her death when she was born, that she could not handle the bearing pain of

having Jane and the good Lord took the good women.   She seemed young yet not as young as herself.  She had a small face and

seemed to be deeply enchanted with Mr. Asbury’s words.  Her blue eyes seemed to be a doorway into her world yet unwanting

for others to enter.  Serena admired her elegant beauty and frailty. 

                 Lastly at the far right, sitting on the piano chair was a Theodore Riley.  He was a rather odd young man.  He was

quiet and had not said anything since he arrived.  The only words he spoke were from greetings.  He had a terrible cough, yet he

tried his best to conceal his rude interruptions.  He was but a young man, in his mid twenties.  He gave another cough.  He openly

stared content at the presence of Ms. Olivay.    She gave him a paltry smile and turned away.  Everyone knew of the esteem Mr.

Riley had for Ms. Olivay that evening, however everyone only became aquainted with him that day.  He too, was from England,

but had a rather more distinct British accent.

by or were guests of Mr. Asbury himself.  He had given each individual a small white card stating the open invitational of their

presence at his estate.  To everyone he seemed more of a narcissistic revel in his large home.  Everyone arrived promptly at his

designated time and all returned the white card with an r.s.v.p. stating they would come. 

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