* ELOISE !
eloise wasn’t exactly thrilled when mr. and mrs. greengrass had volunteered their daughter to attend the pureblood event that evening . they claimed that they were concerned for her image , as her number of appearances was seriously lacking compared to the other children in their social circle . so t here she was , bored out of her god damn mind , wishing she was anywhere but here . thankfully , she knew how to converse with the crowd , had her whole spiel ( even approved by her mother ! ) prepared if the conversation ever shifted to her . but explaining her current situation over and over again was only so stimulating . she was just about to sneak off to the bathroom when kiera arrives , the same fake smile plastered across her lips once more . “of course . how are you this evening , mrs . fawley ? is your husband here as well ?”
a few simple milliseconds in and kiera was bored, her eyes preoccupied with the passing tray of drinks ( lithe fingers plucking one off for her to sip on gently ) rather than engaged in the conversation she herself had started. she was desperate for her husband to join, to pick up the beats of silence that she left hovering in between the guests, but something told her he was still a while away. she would have to endure SMALL TALK for a little while longer, despite the way her body ached to escape the meaningless pleasantries. ❛ i’m quite well, thank you. unfortunately tristan won’t be joining us until later, but he passes on his regards. ❜ allowing a blanket of silence to fall over the pair for a moment, kiera took a slow sip from her glass before continuing. ❛ i didn’t expect to see you here this evening, miss. greengrass. have you been well ? ❜




















