Morning came pale over the Blackwood estate the sunlight failing to ease the memory of last night. The gala closed with clapping yet the murmurs spread quicker than the carriages. By dawn the family name was already being spoken elsewhere.. Not, with honor.Samuel remained seated in the dining room food untouched on the table, in front of him. His wrapped hand shook while he raised his coffee cup. He had stayed up all night making calls yelling into phones insisting on the names of anyone who could have possibly circulated those rumors. Every response was identical: nothing only murmurs.It was the first time Samuel Blackwood had been powerless against gossip.---Vivian stepped into the room wearing a silk robe her gaze sharp, with a mix of amusement and scrutiny. "Word is you signed something " she remarked nonchalantly spreading butter on her toast.Samuel’s eyes shot open bloodshot with rage. ". You’re saying it like an idiot.”Vivian gave a smile. "Just because everyone else is.”
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