˗ˏˋ nathaniel packington , a caller — for miss eloise. marquess packington. ˎˊ˗
a caller. of course - it is francesca's first season out, and she had been making some sort of impression on this year's eligible suitors. eloise doesn't give a single glance up at the announcement - not until her name is mentioned. head snaps upward, the woman a bit bewildered by the news as she sits up in her seat. 'perhaps you are mistaken. i should not have any visitors this afternoon,' words are interrupted by the title that is finally given to the caller, and eloise jumps up from where she had previously been sat, book clattering to the floor with such a sudden movement.
in walks nathaniel, the man she had spoke with the night before, the two of them smoking and laughing together in private, though they should not have been alone together, at all. looking at him caused a flashback to the way he laughed when she said something witty, the way he talked of his passions, the questions he had freely asked about hers. eloise gulps, trying to smile, though regardless of what she attempts, she looks stunned. 'nath - lord packington! what a surprise!' eyes glance at her mother, who seems to be in shock in the corner of the room. 'i can say with utmost honesty that i did not expect to see you this afternoon,' she chuckles, clears her throat. 'to what do i owe the pleasure?' she tries not to wobble on weakening legs. @mrquess.
