As funny as that fall was, not one snigger was heard. The servants rushed to help Roland and then replaced the old chair with a new one. The brothers picked up right where they had left off.
"You paint!" Roland exclaimed. "No, I should be more specific. You are Lady Evelina Thistlewood?"
Galen turned red. Hiding behind the crystal glass, he nodded. He was proud of his work but the fictional identity he had taken on was somewhat of a pain in his ass. Because it was a woman's name, everyone expected the painter to be a woman.
So, he never dared to show his face in public and when necessary, he had a maid that donned a mask and covered her head with a cloak at all times. In disguise, he would tag along like an assistant and whisper to her what to say. "It was not my finest naming moment." Glen put the glass down. "Or decision making moment."
Servants choked down laughter.
Roland looked over Galen with a smug smile. "Nice tits Lady Thistlewood."
Galen hissed.
