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Scandal: Chapter Nine - navessa allen
The southern facing parlor was by far my favorite room in the house. It was painted a butter yellow that always managed to cheer me up, even on the gloomiest of rainy days. Sometime during the wee hours, a breeze had gusted in from the west, blowing away the film of clouds and smog that had plagued the city these past few weeks. The sky was left a brilliant blue expanse as a result, the sun filtering in through the large windows, warming and brightening the room still more. I sat at the round table in front of the center window, having my afternoon tea. Dappled sunlight fell around me in shafts, dust motes dancing and rollicking within their beams. The breeze shifted outside the window, and I turned my gaze to the small garden beyond the glass. Buds were beginning to appear on the trees. Bright green clusters of daffodil stalks burst forth from the melting earth, a clear sign that full spring was just around the corner. The smile I’d worn most of the day widened to see it. This morning, I’d woken in a tangle of limbs, muscular arms draped over me, long legs twined between my …