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Charlotte had expected Fritz to be vexed with her, but his reaction perhaps made her feel worse. Though he was correct that she had very well felt that Lorenzo had not been in the garden, it was not out of possibility that he had simply been well hidden in the dark and now she had poor Fritz believing her to be reliable when she was simply a silly girl. She had such a long night at the ball, was it really out of sorts for her to miss his sleeping body in the dark? She wasn’t even all too sure if all their house staff had checked the garden too or if it had just been her who had done so. Nonetheless, his next words did strike deep within her as she slunk back in her chair. 

He was absolutely correct that intuition was not to be ignored. It had been the saving grace in many situations, yet she still found herself doubting herself despite urging others not to. The fact was, that no matter how she tried to ignore her thoughts, she knew deep down the situation [i]did not make any sense[/i]. Lorenzo had wept for her mercy then abandoned her at the ball alone on the same night just to curl up in their garden bed? The man had always been a little strange, but he had always been kind to her. And because of that kind heart of his, she did not believe Lorenzo would lie to her face. 

He had even seemed a little confused as to how she could have not seen him. 

Calbert’s face crossed her mind and she visibly grimaced. [color=BBC7E1][i] Could there be villainy at work here?   Was Lorenzo kidnapped? [/i][/color] She tapped her fingers on the teacup she held. It had been some time since she had drunk from it. Her gaze slid slightly to Delilah as she returned with cards, tea, and some finger sandwiches for lunch. After setting all on the coffee table, the blonde maid had immediately moved around the seat to squeeze Charlotte’s shoulder. The dark-haired girl had reached up to touch her hand affectionately. She knew Delilah had many questions she was waiting to unleash once the guests had left.

At the idea of a card game, Charlotte had perked up visibly, [color=BBC7E1]“Maybe rich man, poor man?  Bridge? Oh! Delilah and I like to play a game with the other staff called Liar, Liar… Poor Nathaniel is always bested as he tends to flare his nostrils whenever he lies... ”[/color]  Her voice had drawn off as she found herself distracted by Count Fritz. [i]Oh right. That party he mentioned. [/i] Her mind flashed the first time he brought it up. It had not stuck too much in her mind then, but it was starting to sound as if a massive amount of people were drugged. She sat up straight, her eyes locked on the cards seemingly as he shuffled.  

What had actually transpired, well, it could have been quite anything. Though it was a lead, Charlotte found herself with a list of more questions.

[color=BBC7E1]“That is troubling.”[/color] She commented quietly to herself. Her gaze rose to comment further only to find herself eye to eye with Count Fritz as he said something she had least expected.

[color=BBC7E1]"...I beg your pardon?"[/color]