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Revenant's Eve: Part ISomeone by the name of Jensen Roswelle had invited her to tea. The letter was written in rich ink and judging by the handwriting, if it were this Mr.Roswelle’s own, he would have taken extensive classes in penmanship. It was not unusual for Dramira to receive mail from strangers, in fact most of her business in antiquities-- and that other, more unconventional service she offered-- was brought in by word of mouth. She smirked with a raised brow as Mr.Roswelle ended his invitation by telling her it would be thrilling to see the romantic red lips he heard so much of for himself.More Like This
Dramira shook her head, folding the letter at the creases. She was in fact amused by the strange message. It wasn’t too often that businessmen included a notion of desire in their first written impressions. Dramira hoped the pendant he would bring was as tempting to her as she was to Mr.Roswelle. He had actually hinted towards the coming season’s superstitions and that alone brought intrig
