Chris found herself slightly breathless as they made it under the shelter of the tree, their dash through the sodden grounds had reminded her strongly of the night of the Wildsmith party. The irreverence to social conventions and staid social moraes that was one of the things she had enjoyed the most to date.

Her dress wasn't exactly soaked but the rain had darkened the colour and it felt heavier with the weight of the water. There were droplets of rain running down her back, and some of the curls, artistically set out by her lady's maid, had succumbed to the rain and were now loose around her face.

When her gaze met his expression surprised her and his sudden laugh caused her to blink in surprise quirking her head. 'What is it?' Chris asked, self-conciously touching her face and hair as though she had expecting to find mud or bird droppings on her clothing. Her mouth formed a soft oh as she tried to read his face 'Is there something on my face?'

Mister Daphnel's dark jacket hide most of the effects of the rain, but he wasn't free from the consequences of the weather either.

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