Re: 5th floor Work? James felt a flutter of rightful indignation, and her face screwed into an expression of complete distaste. But it made her no less pretty, she knew.
Up and coming young women didn't work. How would she ever get a Baron husband if her fingertips were pricked up like a seamstress'? No, men favored her and doted on her, and that would be enough to keep her in pretty things until her mother arranged the right marriage. But she wouldn't work, not when she had every intention of becoming an Empress -- or, if her mother came through, a Baroness.
"No, I don't wor--" Although, James had the distinct feeling that she'd come from work not very long ago. The strange juxtaposition of these two rivaling thoughts filled her with momentary unease.
"What are you doing out here?" She redirected quickly.
Daisy herself admitted to not being allowed out of her chambers. That sounded appropriate to James. There certainly should have been a strict curfew around here, because of the Phantom. Her dark eyes slid up to the door number that Daisy had been hovering in hesitation before. 505. But.. wasn't that the Baron de Castelot-Barbazac's room?
No, he didn't reside in the opera house, did he? So why was there a sizzle of jealousy in the pit of her stomach over Daisy creeping up to 505 in the middle of the night?