“I can’t decide if I find his flirtatiousness to be infuriating or charming,” Anita says with a small roll of her eyes.

Brie arched a brow at her older cousin. “Seems we both have a thing for Larkspur men.”

Anita frowned which only accentuated her already stern brow and the small lines on her forehead. “Why, what Larkspur is trying to seduce you?”

“Leonardo asked me to the ball.”

A soft chuckle escaped Anita and she shook her head slightly. “Seems the Larkspur men have a thing for Varros. Or for blondes,” she says and briefly raises her brows as she takes a drink of wine. “Did you say yes?”

“Balls aren’t really my thing, but...he’s really nice. And handsome, too..” Brie replies with a soft chuckle. “I still need a dress. Maybe you can help me.”

“Crap. I’m nervous. I haven’t been on a date in years, Brie,” Anita says with a chuckle. “But yeah, I can help you with a dress. Only if you help me. I cant remember the last time I went to a ball.” Another chuckle followed. 

“I haven’t been to one since I enlisted in the Vigil and can avoid my mother dragging me to them...” the younger Varro says with a soft laugh. 

“Alright, well. I’m sure between the two of us we can find something decent for both of us two wear.” 

“And let’s pray to the Six my mother doesnt find out I’m going. Or who I’ll be with...” Brie grumbles.

“Oh, Gods. Aunty Varro would be planning your wedding as soon as she heard the name ‘Larkspur.’” Anita rolled her eyes and chuckles softly.

Brie rolled her eyes lightly and chuckles as well. “The sad thing is, it’s true,” she says with a small groan.