Snippet #2471717

Felicia looked at the parasol Darius held. Where on earth had he been hiding that? The parasol was undeniably feminine, cute would be a wonderfully accurate word to describe the appearance of the parasol. Felicia looked out the window. It seemed to be a pleasant enough day and Felicia doubted Darius would let the point drop until she went outside. She took the parasol from him and twirled it around like a baton before bringing it to rest on her shoulder.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was an attempt to get me to dress more like a girl," Felicia said, looking down at her shirt and trousers, the waistcoat could wait, she wasn't going anywhere, "But then I remember, you're not my father and I do know better, so I have nothing to worry about. Until tonight." She added under her breath, making her way to the library.

To describe her personal library as vast was something of an understatement. Over the years, Felicia had become something of a bibliophile. She'd read most of the books in her collection, but that was what happened when you had as much time on your hands as Felicia did. It also highlighted the beauty of books. She could walk into a bookstore and be guaranteed to find a book she had never seen before. Books were so good for the imagination. Felicia propped the parasol up on a bookcase, climbing a little way up the ladder, leaning over to find the book she was searching for. The faded gold font of a red leather book caught her attention and she pulled it from the shelf. She gave the cover a cursory glance before climbing back down to terra firma. Tucking the book under her arm she gathered the parasol and made her way to the garden.

Felicia wasn't much of a botanist, but he could admire the skill that went into creating and maintaining such a garden. Money had definitely been spent here, but not to the extent that it was horrendously ostentatious. Felicia crossed her legs, resting the book against them, holding the parasol up to block the sunlight. It wasn't that she didn't like the sunlight, she just liked the way she looked when she was pale. She didn't suit a tan. And a tan meant that you had to change whatever colour scheme it was that you had going just to suit your temporary complexion. Tans were more trouble than they were worth.

"You can sit down you know Darius," She said, not entirely sure if Darius was still around, but she was fairly certain he was, "You don't have to stand to attention all the time."