1669 meet 2020 — The Auction

You go find the document, I'll grab us a seat. How? Look over there. The one trying to fit into someone else's conversation is definitely new money.

He's wearing a pile of things that don't suit him and constantly wants to prove When you meet someone like that, push this batch of goods. The flashy ones, influencer types. Got it.

I was thinking, parties like this, the crowd must have been the same for hundreds of years. Celebrities, old money, new money. They socialize, trade, and gossip here tirelessly. And what kind of people are we?

We're assassins. Still not sold. You know it too? At another auction.

So why is this the only one that won't sell? Doesn't suit the living room. Are you an influencer? A designer.

That ring? The Ashworths of Devonshire. There aren't many of us left. Devonshire? Is that the?

Peacock lady. She was my great aunt. She argued with her lawyer over whether to include the peacock in her will. The lawyer wrote a book about it.

Trusts and birds. Lucas, look! What are you doing here, Lizzie? Work.

You? The same. Your brother... Still alive?

Daddy, I want to learn more family stories. Why don't you join our table later? Are you sure? I might bid.

If you steal something from me, I want to know immediately. Lizzie, it's not fair. You just left. It was for your good.

That day, the doctor said the thing about Steve. I saw your face. You're also frightened you were on your knees. Okay. I have this phobic about death. So what I was I was there for you I don't want to talk about it. Can't you just pretend you didn't see me today? Bye

Elizabeth How did you get in here? I another inheritance hunt cute if you find anything filthy. I want it first. Oh, and why don't you fetch some snacks for me?