#briarglen.event01

"what a wonderful time , do you agree ?" the lord hummed softly from his corner , hiding away in the shadows away from the prying eyes of the eager mamas and their innocent and naive daughters. asif saraf was an eligible prospect. even if he shuttered at the thought. "i wonder what poor girl is this years diamond ?" he hoped it would be his sister - an easier thing to arrange a marriage. but also a harder time kicking out the unworthy.

the baroness had been staring out into the crowd with a bitterness. fingers clutched to an unmarked dance card as she watched the youths dance and mingle. she stood next to the lemonade table but the area around her was bare - as if people didn't want to be associated with the honeyfield widow. she was still young - just barely into her marriage when her husband oh so -- peacefully passed in his sleep. he was rather old , wasn't he? and yet the women gossiped underneath their fans - the men circled around as they joined in their own idle gossip. she felt --- outcasted. "hmph." she finally resided to her fate and opened her fan -- aggressively. and when someone approached towards the table - she looked away.... then noticed they didn't reach for a lemonade. did they occupy the seemingly cursed bare space near her. "i would recommend you find somewhere else to stand. this spot is cursed by the dreadful widow ; supposedly."