Davina, a Londoner, left her home for greener pastures in Edinburgh. She found her man but her greed brought her downfall. Rosaline became Davina’s only salvation in the end as she she dedicated a very touching poem to her daughter.

“Don’t be such a pain in the neck, Mother! Davina is already carrying your grandson so be nice to her,” retorted George at Lady Teressa.

Paris. 10:15 am at Eiffel Tower. George Scotsman and Davian Simpson were married by a local vicar. Close friends of George attended the ceremony. Davina’s mother and sister came from her side of the family. As far as Davina was concerned, she did not want her former girl pals who were still prostituting in the streets of London to find out that she had married up. Davina wanted the affair to be as low key as possible but she had to play along with the aristocracy of her husband’s family.

Later at the garden party in Portsmoor Manor, Lord Darcy asked Davina, “Do you speak Gaelic?”

Davina jumped and replied, “..er..What’s that? Is garlic you wanted, you senile old man?!” Davina had been drinking too much champagen. She hasn’t seen so much champagne in her life so she drank like a fish.

“Go ask the waiter!” shouted Davina at poor Lord Darcy.

Lady Darcy pushed her husband to a side and whispered to him, “Good Lord, the is a dumb blonde and pretty uncultured I would say.”

Suddenly, there was a loud cry from the west wing of the Portsmoor Manor. Lady Darcy was supported by Lord Darcy and she was in a state.

“..my wife has lost her diamond necklace, ” cried Lord Darcy.

“Do not panic, Lord Darcy, we will help you find it, ” reassured Lade Teressa.

” I bet that witch took it, ” said Lade Darcy rather accusingly with her mind set on Davina.

Two months later. A lot of strange events took place at Portsmoor Manor. Lady Teressa had called upon the Scottish Police Force. Inspector Garfield turned up with his crews.

“Stanley, could you please dust those fingerprints on the doorknob and the bookcase… and mind that china over there. You can’t even afford to pay for the breakage with your salary,” warned Inspector Garfield.

“Please have some tea, Inspector.”

“My pleasure, Lady Teressa. Hmm! So, no one saw the thief apparently. May I know when you discovered that your gold watch and jewellery were missing?”

“Sometime this morning between 8:00am and quarter to nine,” replied Lady Teressa. She then waved to the butler, Harry to produce a piece of cloth from a torn dress.

“Interesting, We shall keep that as our first piece of evidence.”

Inspector Garfield scout around the hall like the eyes of a hawk and not a corner was overlooked. He did not find anymore clues which was much to his dismay. He wasted 3 good hours at Porstmoor Manor and there was still not sign of the thief.

“Why are you showing me these indecent photos, Inspector?”

“Well, don’t you recognise your wife, Mr Scotsman?”

“..er, sure she is a blonde as well but this woman in this photo here looks more younger than Davina and as far as I am concerned, she hasn’t been unfaithful to me at all.2

Inspector installed the hidden camera (CCTV) in Davina’s room and waited for his decoy.

Moments later, Davina appeared with a gentleman with a moustache. He appeared to be younger than her. Davina took her time to seduce the young man in bed and their lovemaking lasted about 2 hours.

Then, Davina put on her sexy lingerie and started to discuss her plot to murder George Scotsman with her young lover’s help.

” I am most outraged by your behaviour, Davina! I shall divorce you straightaway.”

These words are still ringing in Davina’s ears. She just laughed to herself and sometimes she will shout at the prison warden like a mad woman. Davina’s greed has destroyed her life. She has lost everything now. Last Christmas, Rosaline and her grandmother and Aunt Elaine came to visit Davina and they told her that George Scotsman was no longer supporting Rosaline. He had learnt that Rosaline was not his daughter.

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