ROSALIE CLOSED HER EYES AS DIANA GENTLY APPLIED BLUSH TO HER CHEEKS, "Diamonds or pearls," Diana asked, stepping back. "Diamonds," Rosalie nodded, taking a deep breath.

Diana gently placed the jewellery on Rosa, admiring the girls features.

"Rosa, there's a man here for you" Anna called from downstairs. "Shit," she whispered, quickly pulling her fur coat over her shoulders and fixing her hair. "Thank you, Diana" she said before escaping downstairs.

"Who is it?" Anna asked.

"I'm attending a charity dinner, Mother. I got an invite off one of the Shelby's" she told her mother, placing a quick kiss on the older woman's cheek and walking to the open door.

Micheal stood beside the car, smiling when she stepped outside. He opened the door, letting her inside first. "So that's why you asked me what my favourite colour was?"

"Well done, Micheal, you're a smart boy" she mocked him, crossing her legs over.

-

"Look who it is" Arthur said loudly as Micheal approached with Rosalie close beside him.

John raised his eyebrows. "How's he managed that?" he whispered to Arthur. "Arthur, John, im sure you've already met Rosalie," Micheal said, her arm wrapped around his own.

"Yeah, i have" Arthur nodded, sipping his drink.

"Where's ya father?" John asked. "Oh, he's not here" she smiled. John raised his eyebrows again, realising that she was here as Michael's 'date'.

"Is that the Duchess?" Rosalie's eyes widened as she saw the dark haired women speaking with Grace. "Excuse me a moment," she said to Micheal, walking to Grace.

"How does she know so many people?" Arthur asked.

"Her family have connections. But..she also does a lot of research."

"So what..are you two fucking then" John said. "No, John. Well not yet" Micheal grinned.

"I hope you don't mind me interrupting," Rosalie spoke. "Lady Rosalie Williams," she held her hand out. "I remember you from the party your family held last year," Tatiana nodded. "She was wearing the most glamorous designer gown," Tatiana told Grace.

The three stood speaking for a while before Grace saw Tommy. "Tommy" she stopped him. "This is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna" she introduced. He cleared his throat, looking at the woman he had already met.

"Come on Tommy aren't you impressed to meet a real duchess?" Grace asked. "Well i understand they charge a fee" he said coldly.

"Mr Shelby you are very direct" she scoffed. "Too direct" Grace added. "But it's true" Tatiana said, "i attend these things for the champagne, and for the chance to be treated like a duchess again"

"You should have kissed my hand, Mr Shelby"

"Forgive me" He said after seconds of thinking. He kissed her hand and stood straight. "She was asking about my sapphire" Grace said. "I thought i recognised it" Tatiana nodded.

"She said it was Russian. My husband has business in Russia, perhaps you know about it, Tatiana?"

"Well tonight is not a night for business, eh?"

"Is that why you were in the concert hall for ten minutes?" Grace asked him. "I think people are ready for dinner now Grace" he urged. "No no i'm not done pumping my people for money" she joked.

"What is pump for money" Tatiana questioned. "It's what i do everyday" Thomas told her.

"You know each other, do you?" Grace looked between the two. "You see i am in charge of compiling the list of guests, but it's my husband who knows them all"

"I hear he's very well connected" Tatiana nodded.

"And where does a duchess hear that?" Grace looked at Tommy. "In certain circles" Tatiana nodded. "All right, enough. Ada" he called to his sister.

"Grace, there's a Lady Dowager who wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a two thousand pound cash donation"

"Tatiana you and i will speak later" she dismissed herself.

During this time, Rosa had disappeared back to Micheal beside the drinks. His hand was placed on her back, his fingers slightly grazing over the skin that was exposed at the top of her back.

"Going to the factory tomorrow is a mistake" Tommy said to the brunette woman. "Nevertheless we will go, Mr Shelby"

"Also my uncle ordered me to seduce you to give us an advantage but with with a beautiful wife like that it will be difficult, no?"

"Tomorrow is a mistake" he repeated. "Have you not heard, we have no morals, we Russians."

"And no fucking sense" he insulted.

"And no options" she added, "I would fuck you for the cause. What do you think of that" she said.

"I think you should not drink vodka with champagne" he began walking away.

"Does your wife know that the sapphire she is wearing has been cursed by a Gypsy?" Tatiana laughed. "What did you say?" Tommy asked, staring at her coldly.

"Nothing on earth, would make me wear it"

Tatiana walked away from him and Tommy thought for a moment, rushing to Grace. "Grace, listen to me. Look, i can explain" he started. "Go away" she cut him off.

"For once you shouldn't have to explain, Tommy"

A man spoke over the microphone but they took no notice. "You look beautiful but you need to take this off" He said, referring to the necklace.

"Why? Because you think it would look better on her?"

He grabbed her shoulders. "Grace. Look at me, fuck these people, eh? Fuck em, i need you to be all right. I need you Grace, i need you" he whispered. She placed a hand on his chest.

"Damn you Tommy Shelby" she laughed, kissing him.

"Shall we go inside?" she laughed. He nodded and placed a hand on her back.

Rosalie nodded along as Arthur rambled absolute nonsense. "And that is how we fucking took the Epsom Races," Arthur laughed. "That is..amazing, yes, amazing." She pursed her lips into a straight line.

A man barged past Polly, walking through John, Arthur and Micheal. They watched as he pulled out a gun. "For Angel" he shouted.

Micheal pulled Rosalie to the side, standing behind her, using his arms to cover her front.

Tommys eyes widened and he placed a hand on Grace in attempt to pull her away. Arthur ran forward, tackling him. But just as he did, the gun fired, sending a bullet straight into Grace's chest.

Rosalie held onto Michael's arms as she watched the blonde woman fall to the floor. "What the fuck.." she whispered, her eyes wide.

She let go of Micheal's arm, rushing to Grace and Tommy's side. Her eyes stared down at the wound as she placed a hand under Grace's head. "Get me a fucking ambulence," Tommy shouted.

Dread filled Rosalie as she watched the life slowly drain from Grace's face. She was not going to survive.

-

1 week later

Rosalie walked alongside Micheal, looking at the floor as people stood around, some crying, some staring down at their feet. The pair stood, watching as Grace's coffin was carried by horses, inside a carriage.

Thomas stood, his young son Charles in his arms. He stared blankly at the coffin, his eyes glossy.

Words were spoken but Rosalie payed no attention, her heart pounding as she watched the little boy reach down from his fathers arms and touch the black coffin, noises leaving his mouth.

Charlie, obviously, didnt understand what had happened due to his young age.

Everyone moved from the area and vacated to the inside of the building. Rosalie kept ahold of Micheal's arm as they walked. She glanced over her shoulder at Thomas who slowly followed the group.

"Excuse me a moment," she said quietly to Micheal, departing from him and approaching Tommy.

"Mr Shelby," she began, "I want to offer my apologies and condolences for the passing of your wife." Rosa bowed her head slightly. "Thank you, Lady Rosalie, for both you condolences and your appearance." He cleared his throat.

"It was no problem, its the least I could do."