#theluxeevent01

“Do you think they’ve got any cake left?” The ball was well under way by the time Caroline had finally found a room secluded enough to take a break. Dancing and drinking and talking to people was fun, until it was overwhelming. And it could get quite a lot very quickly, especially for her. The presence of another was only not unwelcome because it was someone she was comfortable with. Caroline sighed, her eyes moving from Celeste’s frame to the painting she was sitting in front of. “Nevermind, even if there was more cake, I’m much too tired to get some for myself. I do not think mother would be inclined to leave just yet...”

“--But that is also why our dear mother doesn’t allow us to have any pets, but to be completely honest with you, I quite reckon it is because she is frightened of anything furry.” How Caroline’s conversation with the poor Livingston boy who asked her for a dance turned into that topic was purely the boy’s fault. He was utterly boring (and perhaps shy to really show his personality), and thus, Caroline’s quite beastly side was released. Thankfully enough, the dance moved on to the part where the ladies would dance together for a while, and as soo as her eyes landed on the familiar face of Veronica Kennedy, she skipped and glided towards her as if she was running to her only refuge in a battle. “If I have to keep talking about my family to Thomas Livingston any longer, I fear I might scream at him! If I feign I’m light-headed, would you escort me some place he wouldn’t find me for the rest of the night?”