STARTER CALL // @seajudgeβ
It was once said that Lady Cecelia Hawkeβs parties brought together the best of the worst in society. Or perhaps, the worst of the best. The tales of orgies and pistols at dawn might be a little overexaggerated, but they at least once gathered outside to watch two drunken idiots waggle swords at each other in an attempt to save their maidenβs virtue (not that there was much left of that). Cecelia argued that it was the bringing together of the finest minds in the country; scholars and politicians, poets, scientific men and societies best ladies. She only supplied the drink, the gambling and the dinners as a backdrop for a sort of cross-media intellectualism. She was the spark that would light the fire of the new world. Or at least, thatβs how she intended to be remembered. How was she to know that getting so many intellectuals in one room could lead to such debauchery? Still, it did make very good fun.Β
It wasnβt all that hard to get invited to one of herΒ soirΓ©es but it was a damn sight harder to get invited back. You had one chance to make a good impression and one chance only. If you sat in the corner all evening looked bored or worse, judgmental, you wouldn't be called back anytime soon. This was a land for freethinkers and the only man who could get away with such behaviour was her husband, who as man of the house, could do what he wanted.
Admittedly, Daniel had been invited back by request of Jacob. This was not to say that Cee hadnβt found the man interesting, but last time, she hadnβt found the man at all. She had been rather busy with a dear friend who was out for the blood of her cheating husband and Cee had been forced to spend the whole weekend keeping them apart. Sheβs all for some hot-blooded fun but murder was just a step too far. But any man, or woman but that was even rarer, who was invited on the specific request of her husband, was worth talking to in her book. And sheβs not above ambushing him either.Β βI heard a rumour that your gardens are ever nicer than mine,β she begins without so much as a hello, let alone as a formal introduction. Lady Cee takes his arm in hers and leads him down the corridor.Β βHow can that be? I spend a small fortune on it, honestly. Youβll lend me your gardener, Daniel?βΒ
















