𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

velocityblues.bsky.social

03 August 2026 19:10

"Really, you can forget we're here. Just legal stuff, you understand?" She considered it. "Um, well I--" "Good. Now, I understand your lawyer, a Mister, uh...." "Underline." "Right. A Mister Underline, is already here, is that right? Where is he?"

𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

velocityblues.bsky.social

03 August 2026 19:10

in the crackling light. She smoothed the fabric with her pale palms, knuckles still white, looking like a doll on a high shelf the way the chair swallowed her. She looked at Kincaid as expectantly as the housemaid. "We're just here to make sure the will reading's legit, Miss Vane," Kincaid spoke.

𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

velocityblues.bsky.social

03 August 2026 19:09

Kincaid sat. Ophelia's smile faltered into a look of plain confusion. She glanced at the empty armchair, then back at Hansly's stiff jaw, her dark eyes unblinking. "Oh," she said quietly. "Of-- Of course." Her gaze drifted to the heavy wool of his suit, then back to the radiator hissing behind him.

𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

velocityblues.bsky.social

03 August 2026 19:08

A champagne dress, but there was no celebration in her face. She had the pale, unblemished skin of a girl who had lived her twenty-one years entirely indoors, shielded from the cold and the dark outside.

𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

velocityblues.bsky.social

03 August 2026 19:08

She stood by the hearth, looking barely twenty-one, small enough to get lost in the furniture. Miss Ophelia Vane. Her dress was pale silk, expensive and stiff, but she held herself with a quiet, careful posture, a girl trying to act older than her years.