<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Claude Moreau<br/><br/><br/>Lady Victoria continued to feel relaxed in the company of Vivienne’s father, he was family so she could view him as anything other a pleasant traveling companion.  She knew that she was feeling a bit jealous of her sister-in-law, just a little bit. She missed her own father and considered Vivienne fortunate to have such a close relationship with her own.<br/><br/>“Do you really think so?” she asked and then continued to answer for herself. “Yes, of course. You must be right. I really do worry about the simplest things sometimes.”  She smiled at her own foolishness.<br/><br/>She noticed him looking out of the window with interest.  “What do you see? Will we be stopping soon? My head is feeling much better but I think I could do with a break from all this jolting around.”<br/><br/>