August 12th, 1893 — Garden of Mysteries Party
Seneca had had plenty of dancing lessons at Finishing school and still she wasn't good at it. Especially when she was forced to spend the entire evening dancing. Belphoebe and her father wouldn't have her sit out more than a dance at a party arranged just for the purposes of getting her out there.
So here she was, stomping on Cornelius Flint's foot after a miscalculated turn. Of course, Seneca blamed him in her mind, for being too slow and not getting his foot out of harm's way on time and thus making her look the fool who couldn't dance!
She couldn't wait for this dance to be over with. Plus, Cornelius Flint could have engaged her in much more stimulating company than dancing. Last time they'd interacted at a ball, they'd talked about Alchemy!
So here she was, stomping on Cornelius Flint's foot after a miscalculated turn. Of course, Seneca blamed him in her mind, for being too slow and not getting his foot out of harm's way on time and thus making her look the fool who couldn't dance!
She couldn't wait for this dance to be over with. Plus, Cornelius Flint could have engaged her in much more stimulating company than dancing. Last time they'd interacted at a ball, they'd talked about Alchemy!
Cornelius Flint