Owlesome Is A Drama Queer

“Beware Miss Dove,” she hadn’t moved from her spot, but her eyes were fixed on something in the room that Amelia couldn’t see. “You seem like a pragmatic young woman who wouldn’t meddle with things she knows she can’t have.” As few people moved around, Amelia could finally see what the woman was staring at. Woolf was a few metres away, in his elegant double breasted tuxedo, laughing with a gaggle of people in which a pretty blonde girl, who was fawning over his every word, stood out. “My husband likes pretty trinkets, but he’s also a practical man, and scandal and business don’t mix well” Amelia met her eyes again and tried to understand the reason behind those words. Was she trying to actually warn her, or did she just want to scare away the latest threat to her marriage? Either way, Amelia was not interested in breaking their marriage nor in how many women Woolf flirted with. Jealousy had always seemed incomprehensible to her.  “I have no interest in being neither a scandal nor a trinket, Mrs Romney,”