Carriage ride from Yorkshire was terribly long. A very tired Agatha has found herself in bed already. Perhaps tomorrow a run into town will be needed now that’s she’s back.

A ball at the Morris house? Now that is something I shall eagerly await!

She was sitting beside Victoria Radcliffe , a pleasant expression on her face as the ceremony began. How like a duchess Allegra looked. It was marvelous .

There she stood, at the buffet table with a roll in hand. She would occasionally rip off a piece and plop it in her mouth. Across the way? 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗. . A usual flat expression was given to him, Agatha silent at first before finally speaking. “What are you about ?”

She had been helped into her seat by Samuel Godwin, ever the gentleman he was. It was when she glanced to her right did she see 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗. on the other side of her. “Oh, it’s you—“ She hadn’t said it in a nasty way of course, more of just casual observation.

Well… a dinner to the Wentworth house was certainly going to be more enjoyable that what the opera was putting on tonight, Agatha staring down at the very last minute invitation in hand as she was practically finished readying for her now cancelled plans for her new ones.

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Food and a nap…it was all Agatha could think of as she exited her carriage before the lodge.Last years mourning had kept her from a wonderful tradition, and she was all too happy to be back for another year, ready to make wild memories for years to come. Now..where was her room?

Sit in your shame, Anthony.

Good morning…er… afternoon. Whatever it is.

Yuletide fun

“They just let anyone into these things, don’t they?” A brow quirked with the air of playful amusement, margins rising with the ghost of a smirk. 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗.

“Oh? You’re still here? With the hour so late I thought you would have been tucked away in bed, sleeping like a babe.” Amusement danced along the corners of her gaze, her lips threatening to lift behind the crystal of her glass. 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗.

It’s a night at the opera for Agatha. Perhaps the Finch ball afterwards. The night is young and her gown is new and needing to be seen.