From the window in the salon, Fiona watched them heading in the direction of the park. At the last minute, she had decided to stay in for the night, she fingered the lace pattern on the drape. She had spent a good part of the evening looking at the fabric swatched that Elizabeth had brought home from the dressmaker. It was a task that she preferred having someone to talk to for, Ciaran could be counted on for his opinion but she was still upset about his attempt to turn Matlida Bran.
Mary's interest in the patterns had started to turn into her wanting to make clothing for that mutt.
That left her Elizabeth or Charles, or both. They had slipped out of the house though. She considered for a moment summoning Agata, but she wasn't entirely down with the idea that Charles' notion of he
