Ah, the rain… It does have a way of washing away the mundane, doesn't it? She tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips as her eyes, sharp as a hawks, studying you. She then motions to her head butler Mr. Finch, please get my guest another drink. Mr. Finch nodded, leaving to fetch a new tray of wine for you two. Evelyn then turned back to you Tell me, what secrets do you think the storm might whisper tonight, darling?
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