Samantha and the Peacock

by Ana Cristina

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I turned and saw a very tall gentleman standing there with sparkling green eyes that vied for attention with the shiny row of medals decorating his coat.

“Miss Delacourt, I am glad to see you are so obviously restored in health.”

I bowed low, not an easy feat to accomplish with a glass of punch in hand, and smiled up at Viscount Dubois. “Thank you, Viscount Dubois. The lilies you sent were most beautiful.”

“Did you get the card? I took special care to make sure they arrived with a card. I wrote it myself, you know.” He smiled proudly, reminding me of a male peacock I once saw in the zoo.

“Yes, that was a most, er, thoughtful gesture,” I said lamely, trying hard not to laugh. I could see Izzie trying to get my attention out of the corner of my eye, but I refused to look, knowing that to do so would prove my undoing. So I took a demure sip of my punch instead and looked expectantly up at the viscount.

“Did someone claim the dance for eight, Miss Delacourt?” he asked hopefully. I resisted the urge to groan.

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  1. Samantha and the Peacock

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I love the way Izzie and Sam relate to each other. They always seem to be able to make each other laugh.

  2. Samantha and the Peacock

    Dreamer's Buddy Icon Dreamer

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Oh darn, well, at least he can’t dance w/her at 9 and 10.
    LoA

  3. Samantha and the Peacock

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 3 months ago

    Heehee, the peacock reference said it all, his demeanor and how she views him.

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