03-10-2012, 09:09 PM
Priscilla looked from the hand around her waist to the other young woman with a rather confused expression. Plucking at the dark colored skirt nervously with a gloved hand, the golden eyed woman shifted uncomfortably upon her feet. Glancing from one person to the next, her back straightened without any conscious thought and her nose lifted up in the air.
"Party or not, it does seem like the best of arrangements any of us could hope for. Not to mention that it is also the most proper." The words fell like stones into the silence as Priscilla glanced daringly at the others present. For a few moments longer her gaze stopped upon her father before returning to looking at the opposite wall and staring at the ebb and flow created by the grain of the wood.
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