A Lady In Disguise

me as having a chat with your grandmother, most particularl

talk more freely about the Town, a place they've read about in their grandmother's eig

arents' old cab

ons and they barely got any answer from their grandmother who had

It was as if the woman wrote the stories entirely for

the Town seeme

era that had long been forgotten aboveground, an era where gowns and balls were not merely a part of history books, but of daily lives; carriages the most common fo

felt incredible yet true that they would not be surprised now if they would stumble upon a giant cone-shaped wall somewhere in the middle of the woods, climb on it and find themselves looking into a hole, one

an estate or one of the vast plantations of the Town. Just like how Mr. Jones m

governess, when the other eloped with a woman betrothed to another and married in Tiny Town, when the other successfully rekindled an old flame, how one married the man of he

estions. And to add more reasons for the two young women's eagerness, Fiona Trilby also wrote in some of the pages about a young man who would then tur

ound world of carriages, manors, rakes, lords and ladies, conniving stepmothers, crazy gossipmongers and their crazier scandals, se

rgro

ix of reality and fict

blue eyes as she quietly stared at them from the other side of the table as they looked at their grandfa

d discover more of the stories of not just the Evera

Town, of

after a long afternoon playing chess with his so-called frien

nt, considering how he coul

hair behind one ear. "What do you think about the Everar

ontrast to his greying hair. "Hmm," he said, turning to look at his

"She will in time

lby simpl

oked back at them both, h

d but the man d

u like the most?

"I liked Co

he wa

rd!" Vio

the Everards,"

a chuckle. "Well, I liked the lad

mong t

her husband groaned. "I would

want t

ur age since he is the youngest o

d, shaking his head. "And I

ked Violet. "I

y in Devonshire.

ev

oody be

who? Between Maxwell and

e Trilby. "I like

"Was he a rake like Nick?" Valerie aske

head as she lovingly stared

n," their grandfather pointed out. "And he is quite an easy man t

"He is an alluring, cynical bas

do agree with the last two words, de

im, were you not?" asked V

He stared at his wife incredulously. "I have tol

, dear, not you or the rest of the Trilbys. I had to

"You were eight when you appea

look on his face. "I know dear

both shared a gentle look, one that

least tell us if whether or not it is true that you are co

ck and laughed. Slowly, as his laughter died down, he st

his wife said, c

olet groaned w

orst storytellers ever,"

ell us about the Tri

us anything?" Valeri

his shoulder as his wife walke

s glimmering, he