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Post by Valerie on Nov 11, 2008 6:37:14 GMT -5
*Well, she didn't have much to move. Andrew had seen the place fully-furnished by the time she had arrived, and then he'd gone off with her measurements and other notes to see about the final alterations to some pieces of her wardrobe. Valerie's major condition in their contract was something to read--she'd be damned if she spent her days getting drunk off her own perfume and spending money as most mens' mistresses seemed to do. Andrew had obligingly transferred a variety of volumes from his own library to a room in her suite, and she settled in with ease and delight at several titles she'd not come across before, content to while away her days in such a manner while she waited for further instructions from Andrew.*
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Post by Valerie on Nov 12, 2008 12:59:17 GMT -5
*Valerie wandered around the apartments, straightening things out just the way she liked them. It seemed strange, to now own, in theory, so much she had not chosen for herself. Andrew's taste was decent, and she did not dislike anything he had picked out. She had not had the luxury of time and wealth to develop any kind of personal aesthetic sense of taste...
Now, it seemed, she had such time and money.*
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