Storm over the Caribbean

In a world of rigid societal expectations, Lillian Ambrose, heavily pregnant and armed with audacious wit, finds herself battling not only London's norms but also the formidable, enigmatic Rikkard Ambrose. Will her unconventional charm and sharp intellect carve out a new path, or will the storm of her husband's icy control and societal pressures prove too much for this delightful disruptor?

It was a completely normal day in the bustling city of London. The calls of gulls echoed across the harbour. Vendors praised their wares at innumerable roadside stalls, and swarms of people were bustling through the streets, intent on their own business, not paying the least attention to each other. All in all, it was a peaceful, perfectly average morning. That is, until one of the pedestrians looked up and froze in place. Another slammed into him from behind, and was about to start cursing when he also looked up, and his mouth dropped open. Another passer-by noticed and, glancing up, stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. Then another. And another. Slowly, they started backing away. "Why, thank you for making way, gentlemen," came a voice from high above. "I'm glad you recognize my magnificent marvelousness. You may prostrate yourselves, if you wish.""Bleaawwwk!""Ah, you see? Ambrose Junior thanks you, too." Patting my trusty camel's neck, I urged him forward, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea with Moses phobia. "Gee-up! Let's hurry, shall we?" I smirked. "We wouldn't want to turn up for work late, now, would we?"

Storm over the Caribbean

Pregnancy Feminism Victorian Humor Wealth