ROSALIE RAISED AN EYEBROW AS SHE SIPPED HER TEA. "Talk to me about the Gray family, father" she said, placing down the glass. He looked up from the newspaper. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything,"

"Well, Polly Gray's husband died a typical Gypsy death. He was a drunk. And her two children got taken away from her because she was unfit. That Micheal boy was brought back to her a few years ago,"

Rosa hummed in response, cutting her food up.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious,"

Thoughts wandered through her head as she continued thinking about Micheal. She liked how he wasn't nervous like most of the other boys were. He was very straight forward.

"It's funny you mention the Shelby's again, i'm going down to Birmingham today for business. Would you like to come with me?" he asked, folding the newspaper.

She thought for a moment. "As a matter of fact, yes"

"I'll be leaving at twelve so if you wish to come, i'd go get ready. Considering you take a ridiculous amount of time.."

Rosalie rolled her eyes, pushing her chair away and going up to her bedroom.

"Diana, pick me out a casual dress..but not too casual. I need to catch someone's eye,"

Diana nodded, understanding.

"You're playing a game again aren't you," the woman grinned, pulling the dress from the wardrobe. "Oh, Diana, I wouldn't call it a game. More just trying to figure out how to get something I want, well saying that, for once in my life I'm not sure what I want." she corrected, pushing her hair over her shoulders as she stepped into the dress.

"Oh, my lady, who is it?" Diana tilted her head.

"Micheal Gray, are you aware of him?" Rosalie looked at her through the mirror. "I am, and personally i think you two would make a great pair,"

"Hm," Rosalie grinned, fixing her hair. "Well then, i suppose from now it's just a waiting game"

-

"Mr Shelby has booked us a suite in the Midland Hotel for the night as I have a second meeting with him tomorrow morning," James said, helping his daughter out of the car.

"Very well,"

She looked up at the office building and followed James to Thomas' office.

As they walked through the hall, she glanced into the office with an open door, her heart quickening slightly when she saw Micheal look up at her. He fixed his posture and watched her walk past.

"Mr Williams," Thomas greeted as they stepped into the office. "Lady Rosalie,"

Rosalie found it hilarious that she was greeted with the title. Although it was respectable to use the title, she still found it funny.

"So, Shelby Distillery is producing a new line of Gin and we'd like to export a few crates for you to use in your clubs," Tommy said, crossing his arms.

James nodded. "Will we be doing the same deal as last time, all profits are split 50/50?"

"If that is suitable for you, Mr Williams"

"It is," James assured him.

Tommy cleared his throat, glancing at Rosalie. "Would it be okay if you stepped out for a moment, Rosalie?" he suggested. "Do me a favour and pass this onto Michael, down the hall?"

Rosalie nodded, standing and exiting the room with a stack of papers.

She took a deep breath, knocking on the open door of Michael's office. He looked up, sitting straight when he looked at her.

"Thomas said to give you these" she said, stepping inside and placing them on the desk.

"Please, sit down," he said, pulling a cigarette from the box. He pointed the box toward her and she accepted, taking one and leaning forward as he lit it, keeping eye contact with him.

"I've not seen you since the wedding, i was wondering when we would next see each other" he told her, searching her face with his eyes. "Where have you been?"

"I've been busy. But why do you ask, Micheal, do you want to take me out?" Rosalie teased, smirking at him.

He shrugged. "Maybe i do,"

"I only go out when I'm asked correctly," Rosa said, crossing her legs. He chuckled, sipping his whiskey.

"Will you go out for a drink with me, Lady Rosalie," he said, exaggerating her name. "I can check my schedule," she joked. He scoffed. "I'm very busy. But I suppose I can make an exception for you, Micheal Gray."

He kept his eyes on her as she looked down at the table, tapping her cigarette on the ashtray.

-

Rosalie held onto Michael's arm as they walked down Garrison lane, toward the Garrison Tavern. "This is Arthur's pub," he told her. "Drinks are on the house,"

"So that's why you brought me here? Free drinks all night,"

"I suppose," he grinned, holding the door open.

Micheal placed a hand on her back as he led her into the small room on the right. She took a seat and he knocked on the wood, catching the attention of the barman.

"A bottle of Whiskey and a bottle of Gin," he ordered, leaning against the wall.

"On the house," Billy nodded, handing him the bottles and two glasses. Micheal huffed, placing them on the table and sitting beside her.

"So, Lady Rosalie, you live in London, related to royalty. What else are you hiding?"

"Oh, Micheal, I was never hiding these things. You just didn't know," she said cockily, sipping her drink. "I usually get whatever I want. And usually i know exactly what i want..but recently ive been second guessing myself,"

Micheal raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "Is that right?"

Micheal was also intrigued by the girl and her confidence when she spoke. She was practically flawless and she knew it. But he felt like giving her a challenge she wouldn't usually have. He was going to make her fight for what she wanted.

Their eyes diverted to the two Shelby boys who walked in. "Ello," John sighed, sitting down. "Micheal, you up for a game of poker?" he asked.

Micheal nodded, sitting straight and taking his arm from around Rosalie.

Finn sat opposite her and John placed the poker chips down, setting a few cards in front of Micheal and some in front of Rosalie.

She stared blankly at her cards. "I don't get it, don't get it at all," she shook her head, throwing in a poker chip like they did.

Micheal threw his cards down, "i fold,"

"What does that mean?"

John raised an eyebrows. "Av you never played poker?" he asked. She shook her head.

Micheal inched closer to her, glancing at her cards. "Raise it," he said. She frowned, unsure of what he meant. "The price, raise it. Add another chip,"

Rosalie threw in another and watched as John thought hard.

The game continues and John finally sighed. "Show?" he asked.

"You first" Rosa grinned. She assumed that her cards were good because Micheal told her to continue playing. John threw his cards down and so did she.

John leaned over. "Fuck, that's bullshit" he said, looking at her cards. Micheal pulled the pile of chips toward her. "You won," he grinned.