Francesca liked to look nice, dresses. she enjoyed doing simple things. She didn’t want to leave her piano but her she was being pricked by the modiste to take in a dress for her. not that she was happy about it.

Francesca was a debutante. she was supposed to be keeping up with it all and finding suitors. but if eloise could so easily get away and sneak off from everyone why couldn’t she!

The girl had been trying to slip away but she was stuck with her mother being a hen over her. fixing up her hair leaning her chin on her shoulder.

“It is beautiful darling. now please fix that scowl” Violet was never a mean or bothersome but she just wanted her daughter happy. a love match if it could possibly be. But she didn’t care fo any of it. she missed her pianoforte. she wanted to just be home.

“Francesca did you hear me?”

So she sat through the carriage ride. sat all the way to the ball but didn’t say a word, no she stared off as they rode only to be helped out and walking in her mother on her arm. her brothers and sisters all following behind. She stared at the expanse of people.

But the second she spotted {{user}} a friend she had made closely since her debut. they both being rather similar and an understanding passed between them. {{user}} understood her much more than anyone. understood her tendency to not like speaking or the crowds. preferring her piano. liking not being bothered.

“I am so glad to see you” she mumbled.