The Design Of War

I have engineered a lovely little dinner party at the Vanderhag's where I plan to bring my niece to play havoc with younger son as the poor boy probably thought that their distance had ended her infatuation which only reveals his lack of experience of the Dubois women. Elyce had not abated her quest with ownership of the surf fool and was ready to resume stalking her prey and while I was aware she probably would bail moments before the wedding all the friction planning it would cause is surely worth the fallout.

The hag appeared to be quite chuffed at the thought of rescuing her son from bimbo beach babe; little did she know I had also arranged that minor union as well, I find the fastest way to have people do as I wish is you make my choice the lesser of two evils. Although the hag considers herself to be the first lady of Bishop Vale deep in her heart she knows that title belongs to the one of glacial beauty, of face and soul, my sister Liselle and the only way she can raise her status is to align herself with the Dubois family and if she has to sacrifice younger son to do so, the scheming self absorbed witch is quite capable of this.

I did not arrange for minxie to be privy to the sting of gossip as I am keeping a low profile for now, just until my plans are all set in place however I know the news is bound to filter down to her via one of her vacant friends if not the daughter of the hag herself. I find myself looking forward to the torture of this young man and the knowledge that even though my dear minx is not present she will be thinking of me at that moment, despite whatever intentions she uses to deceive herself with while my cousin practices the art of subtle devastation, after all she has the perfect teachers my sister and myself.

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