Outer

of, was that

of, was that it was dizzyingly potent and seemed to fill up every hollow space she had inside her in a rush of pure bliss.
Salad was served next by a platinum blonde smelling of freshly washed, lavender scented linens. May aimed for one of the cruets of salad dressing on the table. Next to her, from what seemed a long way away, she heard a commotion and clinking of plates.
“Whoa!” shouted Carlisle, standing up covered in lettuce.
“Oh, how clumsy of me,” exclaimed the handmaiden.
“Really, you must be more careful, dear,” scolded Venus. “You’ve spilt lettuce all over the poor man.”
“Oh no, please don’t, Highness. ‘S’my fault really. I should watch where I put ma big feet,” he said, smiling at the handmaiden like a silly schoolboy.
“Let me get those for you, sir,” said the handmaiden, brushing salad greens off his vest.
“Oh, don’ trouble yourself, miss,” said Carlisle, looking down and whisking himself off with his napkin. The sudden motion caused him to teeter forward. He caught his hands on the table and sat down.
The main course was chicken in a brandy peppercorn sauce. May was glad when it came, hoping that Carlisle would eat enough to offset the vast quantity