The closer Sisse got to debuting the more she seemed able to convince her father of things. New gowns, outings. He was so easily convinced as if the absence of her mother at such a time had him eager to make up for it. It was the first time since her mother's death that he had even really been there, Matthew not even given the chance to step in. In same ways it made Sisse feel hope, in other ways, the ungrateful ways that she wished she couldn't even admit she had, she wished he had been like this years ago. Regardless of the reason behind it, he had signed her out to attend the flower show this year when she reminded him how close she was with the Potts family.

She had arrived early the show and had checked with Mrs. Potts' to see if she needed help with anything. The woman had tasked her with charming some flowers to float around and Sisse did so, chatting casually with Dahlia as she did so. The older girl was setting up a booth for Honeyduke's as Sisse enchanted the flowers around the second youngest Potts daughter. She laughed at something Dahlia said, pushing her hair behind her ear unconsciously, forgetting she had pinned it up this morning instead of leaving it in a braid.

But then there was a voice behind her and she found herself spinning around, cheeks flushing as she realized who it was. "Mr. Bixby." Sisse curtsied, trying to hide her blush with the movement, the flowers bobbing behind her with action her wand and the charm forgotten behind her.

The last time she had seen Sloane's older brother had been mortifying. The time before that even worse. If there had been any one person here she would have wished to avoid it was Alvin. And yet here he was. She straightened up (flowers returning to where they had been hovering before) and schooled her face into a calm inviting face. It was her polite young lady who could talk to anyone face, or so she considered it. "Well, and yourself Mr. Bixby?" The words were a tad stiff but overall Sisse was rather happy to find she sounded almost as if she were speaking anyone else. Not someone who saw her as a little girl and had been forced to kiss her.