To kill the butler (2)

"Edgar, I'm truly afraid that you might one day try killing me with your little pranks too. If anything happens to Alfred's poor heart, remember that this was your idea and I will throw you under the carriage for pulling me into it. I hope we are our bad actors and Alfred sees through your ploy," she sighed. This had a bad idea written all over it.

"Where's the fun in that? Do not kill my fun, Alessandra. I've gone along willingly with what you wanted to do today. Now it's time to do what I think is fun."

"Yes, trying to kill your butler is always fun. Let's get this over with," Alessandra sat down on their bed to await the moment Alfred was supposed to arrive to check on them. What if he does not show up? Was she meant to stay in their room until Edgar got over this? "You should change your clothes, Edgar."

"Now you want to talk about taking off clothes," Edgar replied as he walked toward the closet to get a fresh shirt and pants.