“Being a little gay about the smallest things is not that big of a deal, is it? Not that is something childish to be gay about everything every minute of the day…”
It was an awkward conversation. That woman furrowed her brows, scarlet eyes darting over the Earl’s facial expression as if attempting to gleam a hidden meaning from his words. She knew there was something a little… off about him. He really had been too perfect.
“One might say, that, portraying the standard for their gender is of the most importance. But to hell with social acceptance.” Angelina drawled slowly, those cherry painted lips curling upwards as a devious light flashed in those scarlet eyes.
“Some would call my being a physician far too masculine for their tastes. It certainly hasn’t detoured me achieving my dreams.”
“….Young Master, you can’t possibly be serious about that…” Sebastian comments, before slowly shaking his head. This nickname was going to haunt him forever…
Somewhere in the background, Anne was heard laughing to herself.
