Unrehearsal

It was the information of the company of the elder son of the Vanderhag arriving with idiot boy and the princess that confirmed my suspicions of his motives. He was spied in a place he has no right to enter, with hopes he has no right to entertain and once again I find myself wondering just what does it take to corrupt this pristine soul, even Minxie plotting my demise has more evil in her. The golden boy of the Vanderhag and I have had our little skirmishes in the past for although a few years younger than I he was often pointed out as the template of perfection that an heir apparent should emulate. I of course ignored this for I am a Dubois and we do not follow, we lead and watch the pretenders who trail us drown in our wake. This sudden interest in Minxie is not surprising, in fact I had expected something of the sort a trifle sooner for although his liaison with the Sedero confection had its charms it is the electric glow of my precious that stands her apart from the litter that calls itself society.

I can only view his arrogant disregard of my obvious interests as a feeble attempt at payback for the demise of his impeding nuptials but in reality the fool should be thanking me for revealing the true Sedero hiding beneath the gloss of amber eyes. Like mother, like daughter and the harridan below is no longer concealed once life, well life and I tested her. My response to his intrusion would have been no more than contempt if it was not for the lamentable flaw my precious has concerning men. The dear girl is unable to make appropriate choices concerning the riffraff that is determined to approach her so I find myself having to intercede once again. I pondered which response would have the greatest impact for although I was flirting with the idea of reconciliation between the confection and Vandersop junior his actions left me no time to prepare the foundation. I found myself in the unique position of having to throw her into the mix and add the fix later.

A message was sent to the confection, specific enough to ensure her attendance, vague enough to remove suspicions, generating a response as immediate as it was predictable. Once she arrived, I proceeded with a contingency plan, as all my endeavours have one, for while predictable overall there are those who sometimes throw a spanner into the works, like the Vandersop sapling. The plan in motion I sat back and considered how to ensure that he departed with the others for in the same position I would not remove myself from the delectable company of a minx. Although I could put the players all upon the stage, there was no way to anticipate the dialogues that would ensue since I was not there to guide the conversations or to arrange interludes. If the Sedero girl persisted in retaining her shrewish response to him then all plans, contingent or not would be futile.

Although I am happy to throw myself into the fray where it concerns Minxie and cohorts, allowing the adventures of life to fall as they may, I am too close to success to allow a loose cannon to impede my victory. It has been a long hard battle to get Minxie where I need her to be as this is no common dalliance of callow youth, this is my future and hers for this is the continuance of the Dubois empire. It is right that blood of our caliber should mingle only with each other in order to propagate the future, as none other would be resilient enough or have the quality heritage that I require in a mate. I could not have Liselle nor Elyce but I can have Lucinda, the unofficial Dubois, one who is not a legal relation and therefore our union can be blessed by church and state. My little Minxie believes that our gala is to welcome her as our cousin, a welcome to the family, little does she realise it is to welcome her to the family as my wife.

I sent the lackeys flying all over town to fill the crevices with gossip and the sewers with speculation. I required the Vandersop to be gone and if the confection did not lift her game then I would have to intercede yet again. I had my entire network buzzing with the information that the porn interlude of Braith Vanderhaven was a fake, which it was, right down to the scar on his chin. A few carefully spliced pictures of him carefully inserted, a look alike, him drugged in the same room, a masterpiece of the vulgar from low friends in even lower places. I decided not to sit back and wait for their departure for if the girl insisted upon leaving alone then immediate action would be required. I did what any man in my position would do, I called down for my car.

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