December 21st, 1894 — Masquerade Ball

August's invitation to this Malfoy ball had been personalized, and that was the invitation he needed to feel like he had overcome Miss Adebayo's shooting him down, at least with the debutantes. He had also found the debutante to be charming, and was hoping to see her tonight.

A masquerade did, in fact, make seeing her more difficult. He tried to as subtly as possible ask about the whereabouts of Miss Malfoy, while feeling awkward behind his raven mask. He followed some directions given to him by the other guests, taking his time, until Leon shoved him in front of a blonde woman.

August said, "Forgive me, he's very — something. Do I have the pleasure of speaking with Miss Angeline or Miss Estelle Malfoy?"

(He had not heard good things about either of the other sisters. But people didn't hear good things about him, so — it would be fine.)

Angeline Malfoy

  

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set by Bree

For a moment her eyes narrowed and Angel, forgetting herself, almost snapped at Mr Echelon-Arnost through her harlequin’s mask. Even with another face surely her figure made her more notable than Estelle?! And the fact that people were not scattering from her like a stink bomb had been dropped amongst the refreshments and wallflowers. Then she recalled two things in quick succession:

1. She and Estelle had agreed to be kinder about one another in public, and
2. Mr Echelon-Arnost was an unmarried gentleman.

The second was far more important but she was willing to adhere to the first if need be.

“Angeline,” she replied with a pert smile. “I hardly need to guess who you are.”

  

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set