It has been the most amazing week!
It started with the fabulousness that is the Van Helsing workshop and just got more wondrous from there!
Okay. I’m gushing. I can’t help it. I have met the most wonderful, beautiful man!
His name is George Lyons Carleton III. He is ex-military, a scientist and a true gentleman.
We met at the workshop, I was frustrated with the device I was trying to build, he was intrigued by my mumblings and my frustrations… and apparently I am adorable with a grease smudge on my nose.
That first day we talked and tinkered and drew up plans long into the night, agreeing to return the next day and take up where we left off. That, however turned into a long stroll, lunch in one of the poshest tea rooms I have ever been in and an invitation to dinner.
Things have moved so quickly. In one week George and I have gone from new acquaintances to inseparable companions. He knows everything about me and I know everything about him. George finds my mumblings and constant ghostly companions intriguing and endearing while I am in awe of his acts of patriotism in the line of duty and his bravery in dealing with his life altering wounds.
When George found out I was living off the Companions’ stipend he was horrified and immediately pledged me his patronage, starting with a thick packet of money that should keep me out of the second class seating for a while. I will admit to feeling oddly ill at ease at taking his money, but he assures me it is not an uncommon thing, and he also assures me there are no strings to that funding. Strings to his heart, yes, but they lead straight to my own heart and do not deign to touch the filthy lucre.
I think I am in love. I know I have a new friend. I think I am in love.
Darling Kimberly. Not since my father have I adored the sound of that name. In George’s voice it is heaven.
Oh gods. I think I’m in trouble.