After drying off the water, she wrapped herself in the towel and went out to look at the dress on the bed that Mary had given to her. It was a different design from the dress that she had worn earlier, but she could see it was another dress from Georgia’s wardrobe. She picked up…
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George stood up immediately after hearing the Hoshi. Georgia slowly removed the cup from her lips and looked at her brother. “You want to go somewhere?” asked Georgia. George tried to say something, but closed back his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. As usual, Mary came to the rescue. “The sofa must…
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“No. Not right now.” replied Georgia in the same language. The butler tried the wine again and shook his head. “It won’t do. But I have half a bottle from the plane in the boot. Hold on.” said the butler and left the room in a hurry. Georgia looked at Malee and smiled. “Now you…
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Georgia led the way, followed closely by Malee, as they went down the staircase to the main door. Mary and the rest of the servants were in their assigned places, alongside the flower pots in freshly ironed out servant uniforms. Mary turned around to look at Georgia and straightened out some edges of the dress….
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“Who? Princess? But they will only be here tomorrow..” replied Georgia. She was sure she had talked to her friend for the plan only the day before and had heard no updates as to otherwise. George must have heard wrong. “Who told you that?” continued Georgia before George could reply. “Pa just called. The plane…
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For a moment, Malee thought George was staring at her as he stopped in the middle of the room, trying to stop his body from getting close to the girls in the tub. Instinctively, both the girls covered themselves with their hands. Then Georgia grabbed the same sponge that Malee was using to wash her…
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Malee had seen Georgia’s near nude body on the beach, but not that close. Her back was smooth, unblemished, pure white with visible tanned lines around her underwears. Malee couldn’t help staring at the carefully crafted back in admiration. “You will not stand there and stare at my back forever, are you?” said Georgia. She…
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George looked at his sister and took a slice of salmon on his plate to his mouth. Then he picked up the wine cup that Malee had filled and slowly swirled the cup around with his hand. “Are you expecting an answer from me?” asked George after taking a small sip from the cup. “No….
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“Don’t leave me.” George repeated. Malee wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew George well enough within a short time they had met that he wasn’t “all right” at all. She sat back on the bed again and wondered what to say next. “Is there anything I can do?” asked Malee. If there was…
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Mary was already in the room with Georgia when Malee knocked on the door and pushed down the handle bar. She saw Mary and Georgia having another round of discussion, must have been an important one, for they didn’t even looked at the door to see who was coming in. Malee closed the door quietly…