Crinolines and Leather Ch 03
Olivia stirred the tea that sat in the delicate, rose coloured teacup on the lace covered table before her. Against the backdrop of the pink tearooms, with their doily covered walls and framed watercolours of kittens, she cut an impressive figure. It appeared that she rose above the pitiful salmon coloured expression of femininity, which palled beneath the confident, harsh lines of her black dress and withered under her fierce green gaze. Idly, Edward wondered why society educated women to...