Re: Grand entrance
Carrick puzzled to himself as he dressed for the evening in a slim-fitting black suit and eggplant-coloured tie.
Dobson. Had he heard that name before? Somthing about it seemed familiar, though he had a feeling he'd first heard it in a different form. He though vaguely that it had something to do with his time in France a couple of hundred years ago. Perhaps Dobson was an Anglicised version of the name.
These memory gaps of his were becoming frustrating. He supposed that no man could live through over 2000 years of history and remember everything, but nevertheless, it irritated him to be able to recall details of his life in from the Classical era and yet forget the names of those he had met only days or weeks before. Well, Karena could probably be relied upon to fill in the blanks.
When Lord Carrick arrived at the Dobson house, the party was already in full swing. He slipped silently inside, eyes moving slowly over the rich decorations of red and gold. The hostess obviously intended to make an impression.