“Do you know any of these people?” A usually even, distant almost, expression had been planted upon Astrid’s features as she looked out across the ballroom. Countless had been unknown to the eye without a name, while very few so vaguely seemed familiar. 𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘

Another glass of champagne was reached for . She would need more.

She could be found standing beside her brother as he talked to someone, searching for a passing tray of wine within in the crowd.

“Should we compare dance cards?” There was almost a tone of boredom as she stood beside a newfound friend. It had been at least a month now with Lady Abraham’s acquaintanceship on her list after a dinner party at the Pontmercy’s home. 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚.

“How long are we to be here?” Astrid grumbled from behind her glass, a sideways glance shot to her brother. 𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘

You—

It was hard— very hard to try and hide that smile that crept upon her lips. She gave a simple, halfhearted roll of her eyes before having off his words. “Hush, you. You only mean to make me blush. I won’t have it.”

“You’re lucky I am so inclined to compliments. I think I shall keep you around a while longer.” A quick wink was given as she plucked that glass from his hand.

“I need you to chaperone me tonight. At the opera. My friend as well.” Words were short, simple as she stood before her brother, arms folded behind her back. 𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘