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Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
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June 7th, 1895 — Wellingtonshire
Years had passed since Tranquility had last enjoyed a day without the familiar sense of desperation clawing its way down her spine. She rose each morning gasping for breath and shaking from nightmares of her continued failures. Her afternoons were littered with conversations veiled as heavy reminders of her unmarried state. And her evenings — her evenings were the worst of all, plagued with handsome men who never seemed to spare her more than a passing glance. All of them represented an opportunity squandered, a dream of motherhood faded, a hope of escape extinguished.

At first, she believed her lack of offers was due to her family's well known financial difficulties. The move to Bartonburg was too recent when she first debuted for her to fully rinse the stink of poor from her skin. However, as the years passed and no genuine connection formed Lydie began to realize it was her, something she said or did that frightened away any potential suitor. Perhaps they could scent the desperation still, even despite the passing time. Perhaps it was in her eyes, the willingness to ignore any potential flaw so long as they saved her.

Or, perhaps it was just ... her.

It was with this heavy on her mind that Lydie entered the woodland themed ballroom. Moss coated trees stood around the perimeter of the dance floor which was enchanted to appear foggy. Vines hung in delicate arches across the candlelit ceiling, their glow shrouded in the same light fog. It was as though she'd entered an enchanted forest, one occupied solely by fairies and nymphs.

It was a fairytale come to life.

Lydie too was entranced watching the fireflies above her head to notice the server tripping over a raised root, sending his entire tray of champagne up into air and in her direction.
Jack Humphrey-Mavis

#2
Yet another event though this one was woodland themed this time. He could be into it, he supposed. Not that he knew much about the woods. Even when he had gone on Tour, he had not really gone to any heavily wild areas. The decor was great though and he liked the foggy atmosphere.

He had not been exploring the venue for long when he saw things in front of him happening in almost slow motion. Miss Gambol, looking lovely as ever with that vibrant hair of hers as she watched the fireflies. She seemed oblivious to the server that was tripping and had sent an entire tray of champagne arcing in the air above her.

"Watch out, Miss Gambol!" He called out in warning, brandishing his wand and quickly casting a non-verbal spell that had the tray veer off. That saved the young woman from being entirely drenched and clobbered with the entire tray. It did not, however, save her from at least a couple of the champagne flutes contents. He winced a little as the glasses shattered on the floor. "You did not get hurt, did you?" He asked in concern as a footman hurried over and began clearing the glass from the floor.




#3
It all happened so fast.

One moment, she was transfixed by the fireflies above her, and the next she was staring at Mr. Humphrey-Mavis in wide eyed alarm as several glasses of champagne soaked through her skirts. Shattered glass was all around her feet and it was impossible to avoid crunching on some of the bigger shards as she scurried out of the way of the footmen. At least one piece lodged in her foot, the stinging slice causing her to wince in pain.

Still, she couldn't allow her evening to end this early. Not when every opportunity mattered. Not when Harmony was now a better candiate to marry than she.

"No, no! I'm quite alright." Lydie insisted before offering him a grateful smile. "My gown has seen some better days, I'm afraid." She was going to have to pray some cleaning spells would salvage her dress, and that she wouldn't bleed through her slipper before being able to tend to it. "Thank you for your help. I fear what might have happened had you not intervened."


#4
Jack was still quite concerned. He was certain she must have stepped on glass and he had sisters so he knew their shoes weren't always the most sturdy. "No need for thanks, I'm just glad I was here though I wish I had been quicker so as to stop the disaster altogether." A freezing spell on the glasses perhaps but dwelling on hindsight and what-if's would not help either of them.

"I imagine you will want to visit the powder room? Should I seek one of your relatives or a maid?" He was not altogether convinced that she had not been hurt. That had been a lot of glass.





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