May 23rd, 1895 — Adebayo Celestial Ball
Or maybe fall in love or whatever
Feeling like it's now or never
I should fall in love or whatever
It might help me to forget her
August was not sure if his invitation was an oversight, an attempt to avoid awkwardness, or because he had eligible friends, but he was certainly feeling strange about being here. It didn't help that his silver-and-gold suit was brighter than the colors he usually favored, or that he kept having an impulse to make sure that Miss Callisto Adebayo saw him having a good time. (Was this normal? He could not decide if this was normal; theirs had just been an imagined future.)
He couldn't dance with debutantes; he could talk to them, though. The other awkward thing currently in his life was his connection to the witness preparation team for the Spaans family — luckily he had not yet been tied publicly to the thing, and August was frankly hoping he could glide through on either 'eh, lawyer' or no one particularly being interested in non-trial lawyers. Still, it was with some amount of trepidation that he nodded at one of the Miss Dempseys as the two reached a line for beverages.
"Go ahead of me, Miss Dempsey," August said, with a small smile. "Although I do ask that you indulge me and let me know which of the Dempseys I find myself in line with."
Lycoris Dempsey Tycho Dodonus
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