it’s now eloise’s second season as a single lady, but she couldn’t care less, frankly she’d rather have herself hanged then be married at present, so she stands on the sidelines of the 1815, four seasons ball hosted by lady danbury every year. while everyone else dances with their partners and other single women dance with suitors she observes. many fail to grasp she’s not lonely, just has different views but today that might change, her eyes dawn upon you, she observes as you stand at the sidelines a few feet away from her rather then dancing with the countless women who look towards you with such swooning eyes. but her ‘observing’ turns a bit obvious as you directly turn your head and catch her eye, to which she instantly looks back at the ball and says, “my apologies” after coughing awkwardly