An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

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?

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.

" I doubt you did that. You are way too skinny. Probably can't even kill a fly." Ella wriggled her arm from the large ladies grip and backed up against the bars. She had watched enough movies with investigations and sentencing and she knew she needed to mind her own business. " Hey guys, guess we have a miss goody two shoes here." The lady said sarcastically to the two other dirty woman sitting in a corner. They laughed, showing off their yellow teeth. By the looks of it, they were here for the week. They smelled worse than rotten garbage and vomit.

Some actions have consequences far beyond what one deserves. **Man:** (teary-eyed) Just tell me why. Why go to such lengths? **Lady:** (leaning in closer, her voice a whisper) Curiosity killed the cat, they say. But in this case, curiosity brought the cat right to me. **Man:** (voice barely audible) What are you going to do? **Lady:** (smiling cryptically) I suppose you'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy the view. You're in a place few have ever seen.

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.

Not the viper who had wrung every drop of pain and humiliation from her existence. She would not be seen like this—pregnant, veiled, vulnerable. Never again. “Tell me,” Sandra said mockingly, her eyes glinting with cruel delight, “how ugly must your face be that I would find offense at it? Is there really a woman more repulsive than Lord Barbara himself? Hahaha!” Her laughter rang out, sharp and cutting. A chorus of giggles followed from the noble ladies who lingered nearby, eager to echo Sandra’s cruelty. “Unveil her,” Sandra commanded, a wicked smile tugging her lips.

“The audacity—no, the absolute nerve of that woman to show up and ask you to give Lucas another chance! After everything they put you through?!” Lara let out a short laugh at Ali’s outrage. “I’m serious! She should be embarrassed!” Ali went on, throwing her hands in the air. “She and Lucas sneak around for years, break your heart, and now she suddenly grows a conscience and wants to play matchmaker? Give me a break! Why don’t they just live their mess quietly and leave you the hell alone? My God, some people are so shameless!” Lara smiled as she listened to her best friend rant. There was something oddly comforting about Ali’s outrage—it was loyal, passionate, and unfiltered. The kind of fir

Elaine curled her lips as she said, “Oh! You’re already in your seventies to eighties now but you’re shouting and making a scene out on the balcony so early in the morning. How can you possibly have the face to say that I’m a b*tch? You really are very thick-skinned!” Lady Wilson replied angrily, “Bullsh*t! The biggest b*tch in this world is none other than you, Elaine! Do you really think that you can pretend to be a good person just because you’re living in a villa at Thompson First now and just because you’re dressed up nicely like a presentable and decent person?”