Ninety Eight

SHELLY

“Just a minute, please.” I scream in the direction of the door and at the person on the opposite side of it.

“Take your time.” She replies calmly.

I've heard a whole lot of voices in this short visit and I've gotten it all jumbled up. Being greeted by a bunch of strangers has its own downside. But it's sort of familiar, it's calm and soothing, even though I still can't place it after critical thinking.

“Hey, Lady Agnes.” I open the door to the smiling face of Lord Asher's partner. I was right with the hunch after all.

She is quite aged and yet exceptionally beautiful which made it more sneaky to guess her age, not even the range. She is the kind of lady that makes you hiss at nature for being any different and not her clone.

"Welcome, to my...your place.” I'm swift to correct, not sure how to relate to her yet, regardless of her kindness and jovial nature.

"That's gibberish, darling. It's your place so long as you remain beneath its roof. And you're welcome for the appre