“What is it?” Wulf asked. “You want me to outfit that man?” Bailey said. He held his nose up in the air and his voice reeked of distain. “I expect you to follow my orders. See he is outfitted and be quick about it.” Bailey started to protest again, but Wulf quirked an eyebrow at him and he understood the warning. Mumbling, Bailey left the room. Wulf’s father and Bailey had worked well together, and his butler was one of the few staff that knew about the curse. But, the old butler didn’t seem to realize Wulf was no longer the son of the marquis, but the marquis himself. Bailey needed to understand that Wulf was not his father. There were more pressing matters to attend to right now. A conversation with his mother was called for and couldn't be delayed. He didn’t look forward to their discussion. Perhaps the surprise of his impending marriage would prevent her from complaining about her future daughter-in-law’s penniless state, but he doubted it.
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