<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Preparing dinner<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Dahlia was trying, truly she was to keep her mind on work. The kitchen was getting busier though and she was trying to keep an eye on what she was preparing as well as those coming and going. Beatrice appeared looking a bit flustered. On her heels was the Earl of Surrey. Each of the men that had attended previous weekends at the Henshaws were well known, but this was to be Beatrice's first - and it seemed like it was already off to a rousing start. She grinned sightly as he leaned toward the girl. Not surprisingly he led her outside as there were too many eyes inside the kitchen. It was different in here as compared to anywhere else the activities that made the family notorious went on. In here there was scalding water and sharp knives and clothing was mostly kept on. There was work to be done and was done furiously until the sound of the bell rack going off. Then the help would scurry though the house to attend to those of the household.<br/><br/>She simply shook her head. Pity the girl only liked men...Dahlia had a feeling the weekend might sway her, maybe...If not there were always others, the thought bringing a grin to her lips. In the midst of the thought of a sensuous little pile of bodies, William moved past her with a pinch to her bottom through the material of the gray dress, earning him a gasp from parted lips, watching him with an amused look.</span></span>