Chapter 6 How I Died

                                    

                                          
Glen was still reeling from finding his portrait in the Murder Mystery section of the Whitechapel Gallery. And he was even more upset upon learning his sister's engagement to the Viscount had been broken the night he died. He wondered if either Tristan or Jessica had done that for Viscount Henwretch was still willing to go on with the wedding when he and the viscount last spoke.
"If Jessica married that street urchin, Perkins, instead I'll . . !" He growled. But whether or not she did is a moot point now, for that Stacy woman might very well be a living descendant of his sister.
Although it turned his stomach, he tried to imagine his sister married to Harold Perkins. The man himself was of average height, with brown hair, grey eyes, and a square face. Perkins was also a fairly successful businessman who never splurged nor flaunted his wealth. He always treated his employees well and helped those in need; even if they were beneath his station.
Those were probably the only admirable qualities that Glen would say about the man. Truth be told, he did not think Perkins was an unworthy man, and any woman would be lucky indeed to have him for a husband. He just did not believe that Perkins was a worthy husband for Jessica.
Knowing that Daisy would have questions now that she had seen his portrait, Glen gently entered her dream.
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Daisy found herself in some kind of study, with the same ethereal scenery as before. There were books on every shelf and they stretched from wall to wall. Only the window, the burning fireplace, and the door were bare of bookshelves. When she looked out the window, she saw the night sky.
She had never seen the stars sparkle so clearly, nor the waxing moon shine so brightly before; but then again, this is a dream.
There was a desk and two chairs before her. The desk was heavily carved with clawed feet and appeared to be made of solid oak. The chairs were of the same make and both have cushioned armrests.
As she was running her hand along one of the chair's frames, she noticed she was wearing a bluish-green Victorian evening gown with white lace; complete with white gloves and a fan befitting the time period. She was also wearing lots of jeweled rings, bracelets, and a choker from the same era, too.
"Really?" she said aloud.
"I think you look beautiful in my era's evening gown, Miss Daisy." A voice said from behind her.
Daisy swung around, which caused the dress to swirl, and saw Glen standing right behind her; albeit a few feet away. He wore Victorian evening attire, complete with gold cufflinks that had the initials 'G' and 'T' on them, and a white ascot with a jeweled broach. He was also smiling.
"I think all I need is a hat, and I'd be ready for Gone with the Wind." Daisy retorted as she smacked her fan in her hand.
He merely shrugged and walked over to the desk. As he brushed past her and Daisy could smell his cologne, a somewhat fresh, subtle scent; like the woods after a rainfall. He stood behind the desk, right in front of the main chair.
"I assume you have questions for me, Miss Daisy?" He asked, the smile still on his face.
"Yes," she replied. She was a little mift about the two of them being in costume and being in a study, instead of being naked and in bed again.
"Then have a seat," Glen said as he waved to the chair right beside her.
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When Glen recreated his father's study back home, he thought it would not be appropriate for his Daisy to stand there in her pajamas; or naked as the day she was born. So he recreated the most popular and fashionable gown, from his time, and changed the color from pastel to the same color as her eyes. He also gave her some of his mother's pearls and hairpieces, as well as the family jewels, to wear.