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sophie heard the woman's words and turned her head to look at her. "fashion? this sounds more than interesting. shall we go?" she asked shyly. the carlisle woman was still getting used to meeting new people and facing the ton. "i would love to see about fashion, some gowns are incredibly beautiful." she admitted, slowly walking down the way.

"we shall," she mused, walking in stride beside her. though she loved the idea of fashion she did not know too much about it. her eldest brother had always told her that it was a frivolous subject. hadn't received a new dress in years till his recent passing. "what is your favorite color of dress to wear?" she inquired as they walked, genuinely curious.

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"it is very hard to choose." admitted in agreeance but josephine did already have an idea in mind. "i say we learn what is new in fashion, what do you think?" a smile forms across her lips. "see if there is anything worth introducing into our everyday."

nilah returns to the other's side with a small bounty of treats [ three cookies nestled in her grasp . ] a large , triumphant grin is unfurled across her mirror as she hands one of the cookies to them . “ this is called nankhati , ” mouth was already watering , eager to bite into the biscuit . “ i used to sneak them from the kitchen when i was little . . . i promise you shall not be disappointed . ” [ @londonhigh-societystart ]

kamari's face lights up as soon as the confection is held up before her. "nankhati," repeats the name as she grabs one, "thank you." she can't help but wonder if it was a delicacy she would have enjoyed growing up with her birth parents. brushing the thought away she brings the biscuit to her lips, biting into it with a delighted hum. "these are delicious!" it's not very graceful the way she exclaims with a slight mouthful of nankhati. once she swallows the bite she adds, "i can see why you favored them. have you had them since your arrival?"

"who do you suppose lady whistledown is? clearly someone with a lot of time on their hands..." she adjusts a bracelet on her wrist. she was a little pleased that some of the drama was away from her family- but she knew that could change. "i am sure, all they write is lies. i don't believe anything they have to say."

josephine was still not accustomed to her family being under such close scrutiny. first that of the queen and now there was some lady whistledown to worry about? "i must agree." though, the note about beatrice was not a lie but that was not for josephine to divulge. nor was it for some nameless person who clearly had too much time on their hands. "it would not surprise me if this person has scandals of their own and are merely endeavoring to cover them up by spinning these tales."

nadir looked around the crowded party with some boredom. it seemed like all anyone did around here was party. he sipped his glass of wine as he moved through the crowd, mingling every once in awhile. while trying to pass by as politely as he could, he is bumped into, causing a little wine to spill on the person in front of him. "i- my sincerest apologies, miss. please- allow me to help you clean up." @scnsibilitics

a short gasp parts her lips as the wine splatters onto her gown. there's no irritation in the sound, clearly relatively startled by it. when she looks up from the stain and meets nadir's gaze she pauses for a moment. a lord the title echoes in her head surely one of the most eligible matches one could make. "accidents do happen," finally she speaks up, gently clearing her throat. "assistance would be greatly appreciated."

england always had fickle weather, but for the past few days there had been nothing but sunshine. gemma enjoyed the sun as she walked through the marketplace, eyeing sweet treats and beautiful ribbons. it seemed that everyone was enjoying the nice weather before the long winter hit. however, seemingly out of nowhere it began to rain. this was not a light showering but near a torrential down pour. gemma darted under an awning of a nearby shop, watching as the rain flooded the street. it looked like it was not going to let up for a long while. sheepishly, she turned towards the person besides her. "i don't suppose you brought an umbrella?"

looking down at her amber toned silks she took note of the shawl she had brought. unraveling it from her arms, she held it up. "i have this. perhaps we could hold it over our heads and run to shelter?" the only plan to offer in that moment.

"certainly," he steps away, posing perfectly still in order to give her the best chance of getting a proper look. "oh, please do! i will await your correspondence eagerly. though i will say i am glad you were unable to come up with more ; i just might have burst into tears." grinning from ear to ear. "winslow, but i insist upon albert. and you are miss abernathy, yes?"

"albert," echoed the other in affirmation, testing out the way the syllables unfurl from her tongue. she isn't accustomed to this ... calling one by their forename on first introduction. but who is she to deny one of their wishes? "miss abernathy, yes ... " silent for a beat before, "or kamari. but in front of my family it must be miss abernathy."

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"... i had not thought of that," he admits, greeting kamari with a dip of his head and a smile that drifts away as quickly as it came when the reality of her words sunk in. "perhaps it is what my mornings look like now and i am simply unaware." it probably wasn't far off, given his consistent lack of sleep. "any other harsh truths you would like to spring upon me this evening? i am certain i have the capacity to cope with... one or two more." the smile returns with vigour, a playful glint in deep brown eyes.

"hm," a gloved hand ascends, her index finger lightly tapping against her chin as if deep in thought. "allow me a moment to properly look upon you." she feigns the act of analyzing him. it is harmless fun and far less insipid than the other handful of men she had spoken to. "it would appear that i am unable to conjure any more, but trust that in the future i shall let you know if i discover any mister . . . ?"

the small artefact museum was not a likely place to find albert, but he was danced out ( for the moment, at least ) and feared if he ate much more cake he might turn into a slice himself and so found himself there in search of something else to do. discovering he was not alone in the room, with a soft laugh he pointed out a nearby figure. "he's a funny looking fellow, is he not?" if it was in fact meant to be a fellow ; he could not be sure. "looks a little like my father first thing in the morning." @londonhigh-societystart

her brow raises in both amusement and slight confusion. "if that is what your father looks like in the morning is that not a minor glimpse of your future mornings?" the corners of her mouth tick upward ever so slightly.

She wasn't much for dancing herself but adored watching. "You must have a great tutor."

The compliment from the hostess is enough of a reason to make Kamari blush, a shade of roseate blooming across her cheeks. She dipped into a polite curtsy as Eliza approached her. "Thank you, your grace." She slowly rose from the sign of respect. "Though admittedly I am a tad out of practice. I am afraid my tutor would likely disagree with you. She always said I could never get my head out of my books . . ."