Lady Constance Henshaw<br/>Preparing the House for the arrival of the guests<br/>With Lord Henshaw, her husband<br/><br/>Taking his hand she smiled warmly at him.  They had developed over the years. Love hadn't come easy, but now they were extremely close.<br/><br/><strong><em> "Are we prepared for the weekend's festivities.  How about the living food trays...we can't have hair in the food." </em></strong><br/><br/>I have left Chloe in Ethel's care.  She'll make sure everything is perfect” she informed him, leaning into his kiss, her cheek tingling from the contact.<br/><br/>“I have warned them that if they allow anything to go wrong they will receive a public punishment.” She informed him, feeling a slight buzz in her belly.<br/><br/>“Everything is ready, the house looks splendid. Cook has out done herself with the feast tonight” she informed him.<br/><br/>As they stepped out Belle appeared, then disappeared, the girl was always rushing around.<br/><br/>“Do you think she'll take to the weekends Andrew has?” she wondered, watching her daughter move off, her skirts swirling around her feet.