Chapter 5

Meanwhile Knox was beginning to get alarmed as more and more older things and ways of doing things were done. She has never been a fainthearted person but right now she believed she could faint. She had heard about time travel and people finding themselves in strangers places but never expected to be one of the victims. She was given a lovely bedroom which was called a bed chamber by the maid helping her, but she could barely sit still with thoughts running through her mind as she refused to believe what was happening. When a claw foot tub was brought in by some footmen with some maids hurling buckets of water, Knox had seen enough and almost gave the maid who was to help her dress a heart attack as she gave ear- shattering scream, she slung her backpack back on and stomped down the hallway trying to find her way to the entrance, better yet back home to the states, to modern age or wake up from this nightmare that has been going on for too long. Mary the maid didn't know where the strange woman came from, who didn't seem right in the head with her strange clothes and now was stomping down the hallway like some man, she hurried after her so she could be of any assistance as it was what she was instructed to do, but she need not have bothered because the duke stepped out from his brother's rooms and on seeing her he asked what the problem was and she yelled at him in reply everything!

From waking up till now everything isn't as it should be and i ain't gonna take it no more, i just had to drive off misty cliffs and now everything is just wrong, those cocksucking bloody bastards, driving along the road like it was their own, just wait till i get my hands on them. Am going to sue them for all they are worth. At her outburst both Gerard and the maid were shocked, with the latter staring aghast at her that a lady should speak in such manner and in the presence of a duke no less. Gerard was thinking the same that no true lady would speak in such manner and that he was right in his thinking that she was no gently bred lady. Knox unaware of their thinking continued ranting about the problem she landed in, she couldn't survive in these times as she knew she liked modern life too much with all the accessories that makes her life easy and has worked far too much for everything she has made to stay here, she had to get back and soon.

Although she had to ask before getting ahead of herself to be sure. What day is this? Gerard arched a brow and answered monday? She asked what year? month? Date? It's monday the the third day of February, 1861. Knox could feel the panic rising and found she couldn't breathe, she began to hit her chest trying to get herself to breath in all to no avail, she was beginning to get light-headed and knew she was going to faint but couldn't do anything about it, feeling herself falling the last thing she heard was Gerard shouting for someone to get smelling salts as she felt arms breaking her fall.

Gerard couldn't help himself as he carried her, for he was a man who liked to enjoy women well. When he had the time anyway and she felt soft and supple in his arms and she had such smooth skin and a light tan that could be from the sun. He carried her with her bosom pressed against his chest to her room and wondered at the lacy thing peeking from beneath which flattered her bosom enticingly,he had never seen such for Knox was wearing a tank top and lacy bra underneath. Berating himself for his line if thoughts he lay her down and excused himself to call his mother, she would know what to do. Olivia was just finalizing her preparations for tea when he found her and explained that her guest swooned and would need her attendance. She looked at her son accusingly asking what he said to her, to which he replied i only told her what day, month and year it was mother. She hurried along to Knox's room as Mary was stepping out and ordered her back in to help undress her. They both took off her clothes, remembering she saw blood on her face she requested a bowl of warm water and sponge to clean it and applying ointment to prevent it from festering and scarring.

Mary had never seen a lady so tall nor with bountiful bosoms. The ladies she had seen with such were either courtesans or the ones who used their corset to help them or stuffed them with tissues. Removing her jeans jacket and tank top Olivia and Mary stared in awe at her bra and panties, awed by the lacy wonder covering both of her lady bits. ( Bra and thong) Olivia had to admit it would be fetching to the eye of any man. She was sure it was from Paris, their designs were always on dit, she would surely feel scandalous wearing such finery underneath her gowns. Oh if only her Henry were alive God rest his soul. They wore her one of her daughter's gowns after cleaning her as best as they could.

Knox came to an hour later, feeling well rested until she remembered what happened. She found Mary sitting by her bed who passed the message that she was expected for dinner if she could come down. She insisted on doing so and was told she would have to dress up. She went through her backpack and got out an evening gown that she squeezed in among other things thankful it was permanent press and as such didn't need pressing. She dismissed Mary telling her she could dress herself. She never had much need for make up even when walking the runway as she had clear skin and full brows plucked to perfection, eyes a vivid green that tilted up just a little at the edge, hair as black as night, long lashes and small straight nose and mouth just like a kiss. She never had problem showing skin that was why her gown, black in colour with gold bangles to hold both front and back at the shoulders, a plunging neckline in front which stopped under the valley between her breasts, with knee high slit and was backless to the waist save for three gold chains running side to side across her back which she paired with flat gold sandals thankful that it was an in house dinner. She still had no idea what to do with the information that she was in another time, she refused to process it yet. Taking a final look in the mirror, she deemed her hair which was in a loose chignon and dress okay and made her way out of her bedroom.

She was walking down the hall when she met George who was also on his way down, he turned on seeing her and stopped short, his throat working to say something, staring long enough to make Knox self conscious and recognize the look as lust, as he couldn't stop staring at her d-cups. She knew the look but ignored and asked if he was going to dinner to which he replied yes and offered his arm to her.

Arriving at the drawing room Olivia and Gerard almost choked on their own spit on seeing her gown. Gerard was quick to recover and scowled fiercely at Knox and his brother, to which the latter raised his arms in surrender as if to say he had nothing to do with it. Knox realizing her gown must be somewhat a scandal in this time also scowled looking each one in the eye as if daring them to say something to her, she had dealt with sanctimonious pricks and enough wardrobe malfunctions to know how to put on a brave front when she's wearing the wrong attire. Olivia quickly diffused a fast exploding situation by signalling the butler to announce dinner to which everyone was relieved to avoid any confrontation. George escorted their mother, while Gerrard had no choice but to escort Knox.

Dinner wasn't a drawn out affair thank goodness. Olivia could see her sons desperately trying not to look below Knox's face at her cleavage and who could blame them? It was a well put together cleavage with an enticing view. She had never been like some of her crones who liked to criticize and put down others but even she admitted the dress was quite scandalous, the back almost gave her the vapours. What those dreadful women at almacks would do, she could just see them crossing themselves, others swooning at such blatant display of feminine charms, while some would be jealous that they could never have such, the men clamoring after her for a dance or two or three. For all Gerrard's scowls, she could see him fighting an attraction to the girl. Knox for her own ignored it all examining each meal in front of her deciding on what to eat or could be recognized. They retired to the small parlor as it was an informal meal with George and Gerrard taking whiskey while Olivia requested for cherry, and Knox requested for whiskey shocking everyone to silence. She downed her glass in gulp, stood up and made her excuses after thanking her hosts but on getting to her bedroom sleep would not come for she kept on thinking on how to get back to her time.