5th June, 1894 — Debut of Iphigenia Adebayo, Skyfall, Cambridgeshire
For the most part, Callista rather liked being able to attend an event in their family’s own grounds – it provided a nice escape. If she wanted to retire to bed or sneak off to her country greenhouse, she could. Of course she wouldn’t, because she was here to support her sister and the rest of their family in hosting, and she was having a perfectly lovely time at the party anyway – but still. There was something freeing about it nonetheless.
Still, she felt some responsibility to make certain all the guests were enjoying themselves too, so in her slow circling of the outdoor ballroom area Callista found herself gravitating in slow succession to the people who looked most adrift out here, standing alone or looking up at the stars for a little too long or whom she hadn’t noticed dancing altogether often as the night went on. She had been in society long enough to know most faces by now, so the small talk was no real trial. How do you do? Are you enjoying your evening? Have you tried the akara yet?
“And have you danced much tonight?” Callista inquired next, amiably.
Still, she felt some responsibility to make certain all the guests were enjoying themselves too, so in her slow circling of the outdoor ballroom area Callista found herself gravitating in slow succession to the people who looked most adrift out here, standing alone or looking up at the stars for a little too long or whom she hadn’t noticed dancing altogether often as the night went on. She had been in society long enough to know most faces by now, so the small talk was no real trial. How do you do? Are you enjoying your evening? Have you tried the akara yet?
“And have you danced much tonight?” Callista inquired next, amiably.
