Thus Saith the Lord
Lucien looked over the invitation again.
Dear Honoured Guest
You are Cordially invited to Our Moving onward and upward Party to celebrate our intention to move from our old house to get a fresh start on greener pastures ...
That line never failed to garner a laugh from Lucien it was a well known fact among the upper-class that they were at risk of losing the house that their family had held for a generation. This was not a movement to greener pastures this was a flight from foreclosure. everyone knew but in the typical fashion of the upper-class they were all pretending it was otherwise. The stench of dishonour was there but the collective nobility was looking away. Not Lucien though.
... We will therefore be holding a ball and auction to get rid of some old pieces of furniture that we can't envisage finding a place in our new home...
Of course meaning, 'we have no room for the treasures our family has accumulated over a lifetime and they might help us not go into bad debt' . It would usually sadden Lucien to see such a proud house fall but not this time. This time he was proud, for he had been the architect of their ruin in that he quickened the inevitable to such a rate that they couldn't prepare. He had cut the throat of their family business and bought up their debt and now he would thrust them fully into the river Styx as it were. This was going to be a fun night.
Of course the purpose of the whole endeavor was to get [member="Lucien Shorn"] some much needed revenge. The boy seemed a crummy actor though so he couldn't know exactly what the revenge was to be or his reactions would not be natural. Lucien feared it was perhaps a little early to be taking Luce to a high society event, after all the stain of the working class wasn't quite washed off his character but time waited for no man so it would have to do.
He had bought Luce a new look from the finest team he knew of but wether it would be enough was yet to be seen.
Dear Honoured Guest
You are Cordially invited to Our Moving onward and upward Party to celebrate our intention to move from our old house to get a fresh start on greener pastures ...
That line never failed to garner a laugh from Lucien it was a well known fact among the upper-class that they were at risk of losing the house that their family had held for a generation. This was not a movement to greener pastures this was a flight from foreclosure. everyone knew but in the typical fashion of the upper-class they were all pretending it was otherwise. The stench of dishonour was there but the collective nobility was looking away. Not Lucien though.
... We will therefore be holding a ball and auction to get rid of some old pieces of furniture that we can't envisage finding a place in our new home...
Of course meaning, 'we have no room for the treasures our family has accumulated over a lifetime and they might help us not go into bad debt' . It would usually sadden Lucien to see such a proud house fall but not this time. This time he was proud, for he had been the architect of their ruin in that he quickened the inevitable to such a rate that they couldn't prepare. He had cut the throat of their family business and bought up their debt and now he would thrust them fully into the river Styx as it were. This was going to be a fun night.
Of course the purpose of the whole endeavor was to get [member="Lucien Shorn"] some much needed revenge. The boy seemed a crummy actor though so he couldn't know exactly what the revenge was to be or his reactions would not be natural. Lucien feared it was perhaps a little early to be taking Luce to a high society event, after all the stain of the working class wasn't quite washed off his character but time waited for no man so it would have to do.
He had bought Luce a new look from the finest team he knew of but wether it would be enough was yet to be seen.