An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

He wondered if Miss Bennet had that capacity as she seemed rather too inclined to think well of everyone whereas his aunt only appeared to do so. Unfortunately, his aunt's sister, Miss Prudence Graves, had a personality rather more closely matched that of her brother-in-law than Lady Matlock. She had her own oft told aphorisms of being meant to go to her "grave a Graves" as well as being "Prudence by name, prudent by nature," and her absolute favorite trotted out on every possible occasion, that "a lady in possession of a good fortune is not in want of a husband." All of which were brought out either before or during dinner.

In her haste, she conveniently forgot her own poor embroidery skills. The others in the room were taken aback. Mrs. Langley had just explained that it was improper for a noblelady to publicly embroider clothing for a man, yet Miss Selena was eagerly volunteering herself. Could she be any more shameless?

“This is what a real upper-class lady looks like, not those wannabe ladies.” “Look at her. She’s the real deal. Female CEOs in novels really do exist…” “Apart from Stanley Batton, nobody else in the world deserves her.” “She’s not someone those internet celebrities can compare to. Ahh… I’m a girl, but she’s about to turn me gay.” “A real upper-class lady doesn’t need to show off because she’s grown up with those things. So she couldn’t be bothered to show off. Have you ever seen Xyla showing off branded products on social media?”

she orders. "No!” I step back, “I can do it myself." Madam Anne sighs, but then nods, "alright then, whatever you feel comfortable to, dear." I take off my clothes and strip down my undergarment. Standing there covering my tender breast. This feels pretty weird. I have always taught that my body is sacred, letting anyone see is a sin, not even I got to stare at it longer than necessary. I should feel as ashamed of it. "All dear," Madam Anne says.

"But no matter the finery one dorns on a mutt, it's still just a mutt with expensive clothes on." My cheeks burned at the thinly veiled insult and the barely concealed humor on the faces of the ladies present to attend to me. None more than Adeline who smirked at me with that air of superiority that all but screamed that no matter what I did, I would never compare to nobility. "Lilly," Aunt Celia said dryly. "We are in the presence of non-royalty, do try to tone it down." Aunt Lilly's gaze left me and fixed on Aunt Celia with so much hate that I was left astounded.

Her face is unnaturally smooth, devoid of wrinkles, yet lacking the warmth and humanity that age should have bestowed upon her. Her hair dyed a shade too vibrant for her years, was meticulously styled into a bob that framed her perfectly made-up face. Every detail of her appearance was flawlessly curated – from the designer ensemble that clung to her slender frame to the expensive accessories that adorned her manicured hands. "Get out of my way, you incompetent fools!" she barked at the maids as she brushed past them without a second glance. "Let her through," I instructed the maids, my voice firm as I stepped forward. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards my staff."

Bernice cooed, all her previous anger gone. "Hi my lady, I hope you are enjoying the party," Everette said courteously. "I told you to drop the formalities, call me Bernice. I am not your mistress, neither am I a lady," she chided. Well, he could certainly agree with her on this one. She was nowhere near a lady. In fact, she was the exact opposite. She was hedonistic where well-cultured ladies were reserved. She was pleasure-seeking, unrestrained, and overindulgent while prime and proper ladies were non-indulgent, self-denying, and austere. He felt sorry for whoever was going to end up with her, be it human or any other species.

were expecting this kind of defiance from me. "Lady, your words carry the stench of insecurity and reek of desperation," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "My dress may be 'outdated,' but it seems your manners are even more so. And if you seek to sniff out a pigpen, I suggest you look no further than your own thoughts. You are unworthy of the air you breathe in this fine hall, and I pray you soon find the exit." As I finished my scathing retort, the woman’s face turned beet red.

Can I take you out to dinner to thank you properly? Unise shook her head with a painful smile ‘I will admit one thing Mr. Johnson, the first day we met at the Williams mansion…I felt connected to you and even told my grandma that I liked the man she chose this time around’ she explained. ‘I am a lady with class who always knows what she wants, and when love fails me I give up. But I am a spy, an agent of the law and I won't want to tangle with someone who goes against the law’ she concluded.

A middle aged woman who looked like she was in her late forties stood, glaring at the beautiful lady. But to my disappointment, she was wearing the trademark clothes that only servants usually wear, but the way she carried herself, controlled, composed, commanding, made it clear she was not just any servant, or she was just someone like me who was actually looking for death. Lady Catherine scoffed looking at the pretty calm woman in disdain, “what are you even doing here,” folding her arm. “Last I checked, you were nothing more than a mere housekeeper.” Series of laughter came from her people behind her.