(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lilian Carnegy<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lord Henshaw's Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cromwell<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Agitated Visitor<br/><br/><br/>Lilian had been standing in Lord Henshaw's sitting room for almost an hour now, and her patience was warring thin.<strong>"I Don't care if he is with the bloody queen herself, you get him out here!"</strong>She spoke sharply to Cromwell, it was almost a shout, her voice was deeper, broader, definitely not from England. She turned away from the man in disgust, honestly who forgets a business meeting.<br/><br/>She paced to the window, her hat already been discarded on the settee. She was in a deep shade of purple traveling gown, the high necked ivory shirt covering her chemise and corset, and a high waisted skirt banded at her waist. All this was covered by the matching purple four buttoned jacket leaving a deep v in the front to view the shirt and just covering the band of her skirt. The jacket was tailored showing off her curves, and the light from the window only enhanced the view.<br/><br/>Her hair was pinned up on her head in a simple coif, some arrant pieces falling to kiss her cheeks. Cheeks that were n ow tinged red with anger. She really shouldn't be here at all, her father had made her come, said something about how he needed her to butter up this man so they could get more backing for the railroad. The good news about this was that the Railroad was booming and promised to be the next big thing. Money was already pouring in and she had Henshaw's first installment with her.<br/><br/>If Only he would come out of his room.<br/>