<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Ella carefully shifted herself across the rocking coach to where she could sit near Lord Greymore. Did she want to sit near him? No, she had very much enjoyed being an anonymous maid, but there was opportunity here … and danger. “What do you need me to do,” she asked as she reached out and placed one small hand on his trembling arm.<br/><br/>Her heart pounded a bit as he appeared to call her Vivienne. She had seen men trembling from lack of drink before, seeing things that weren’t there. This seemed very similar and she imagined it might be caused by a lack of those small pills. “Do you need your pills,” she asked nervously<br/>