Jack The Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 9 )
So, here we both were at the Dean’s door, suits brushed, ties straight, shoes polished. We had done our level best to appear like we deserved this honour, let us hope that he thinks so too. After all, one word from him, could make or break our careers.
I rapped on his door, after a moment it swung open, it was Isabelle, the Dean’s Daughter. But this was not the Isabelle that I remembered. She was taller, even prettier, and no longer the awkward child, she was now a confident self – assured young woman.
She was wearing a green velvet gown with a low neckline, which showed off a little cleavage, which looked enticing, especially with her pale skin and russet hair, I was smitten!
And by all accounts I wasn’t the only one, judging be the way the usually self – possessed Roly was blushing and stammering. I have no inclination as to whether Isabelle wore that dress to make an impression on two available young men.
But the fact is, she certainly did. it was almost impossible at dinner, on the one hand trying to pay attention to the Dean and be attentive to his questions. When the bulk of our attention was being squandered on his, so beguiling Daughter.
I got the impression that the Dean was aware of this. But he made no sign, and then I had a sudden thought. His Daughter was of marriageable age, of his students, Roly and myself were possibly the ones he deigned to have the greater chance of success in the profession. I never would have considered it! But was the Dean match – making for his Daughter ?
(C) Damian Grange 2017