[center][h3][i][sup][sub]The First Dilemma of Lady Alssyana Grey[/sub][/sup][/i][/h3][h1][i][sup][sup][sup][sup]Part I[/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/i][/h1][/center]


[indent][indent][color=silver]	𝓦[i]alter lifted his wrist from his pocket and quickly glanced at his watch 

			or two  
					or three
							or was it four?[/i] 

		[color=teal]𝓕[i]innegan always has enjoyed Lady Alyssana’s willful nature...[/i]
			 𝓑[i]ut I dare think at this exact moment, it is too much for me?[/i][/color][/color][/indent][/indent] 

	...Standing several measures away from Alyssana, Walter stared at her and studied her demeanor. She was unwavering and stiff in personality over the matter, and he felt a small flush of something forceful stroke over his forehead. Walter Lowered his wrist, and with his lips pursed together in some sort of contemplation, he shook his head lightly and gently nudged the brown curls of his hair with his fingers as if to recomb his hair. This gesture was done in all actuality on the accord that he needed some sort of touch against the racing thoughts of his mind, “I doubt that he will do anything of the sort, again, Alyssana.” He tried to assure her. 

	There was so much contradictory in her statement, and this statement was the least he could say to mediate the situation. Her dowse had been by accident, “It was by mistake,” Walter gently pushed the excuse from himself. It came as some sort of recited verse, like he had stared at himself in the mirror and rehearsed those four words over and over until he might as well have sounded like some mechanical doll the middle class could afford.

	He recognized this in himself as the words were spoken to Lady Alyssana, but he still believed them to be true, and with a bit of gumption (not often seen in Walter unless defending his brother, such as in this exact scenario) he continued with his justification, “Finny is quite wonderful.” His let a small smile perk on his face, hoping for some sort of empathetic reaction from Alyssana, but her visage remained stern, “He is not perfect, and sometimes, I believe… He did very much enjoy Miss Ashton.“

	His eyes averted Alyssana’s at this moment, “I am quite happy they are no longer together, though,” he paused, feeling that he must have crossed a line of bad etiquette. His eyes perked back to Alyssana’s impatience, again, “Finny is, as well,” his smile brightened feintly. There was no use mourning over spilt milk, and he thought that Alyssana was being too hard on his brother. Afterall, Finnegan was although a cunning man, quite confused when it came to his ordeals with women — uncertain of what his wants and needs were. His spoiled upbringing could be to blame, but Walter never held it against his brother (most likely out of sharing a similar struggle albeit displayed in an almost entirely different shop front).

[indent][indent][color=teal][i]	I hope Finnegan comes back with the tea, soon.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]