<strong> Lady Beatrice ~ Girl talk </strong><br/><br/>Hands held. The truth came out in the touch of those fingers as Lily spoke. It was such a strange contact that paused for a moment. It had been a long time since she had heard the truth out loud and alive.  It ran in the pulse of that hands she held. It was the breath the girl took as she spoke of him. The softness in her eyes and how her shoulders moved slightly, but enough. This was something beyond Claudia. Something Claudia or any other girl that Lady Beatrice had encouraged Martial to have a go at, could never touch.<br/><br/>It was then that Lady Beatrice made up her mind. She had to know everything else about this enchanting creature.<br/><br/>“Thank you, I only gave him a beginning. The man you know is the boy I loved, a mother’s love,” Lady Beatrice said in hushed tones.<br/><br/>“He is a stranger now. A man in the world of business. He has little time for anything else,” She continued her hands feeling the strong pulse of Lily’s.<br/><br/>“For me.  And  unless you accompany him daily little time for you,” She suddenly brightened. “We should be friends, great friends.”<br/><br/>It was settled in Lady Beatrice mind. Lily was a part of Martial, a connection she still needed, and she knew how to keep it.  After all no one had ever worn Martial’s shirt. EVER.<br/><br/>“Tomorrow, we shall take a tour of this wonderful place together,” Lady Beatrice beamed.<br/><br/>She made a clicking noise with her tongue and gave Lily’s hand a squeeze.<br/><br/>“Oh my,“ Her attention now down the hall, “Martial!  I found it.”<br/><br/>