It wasn't until a voice came up alongside her, sending her stomach leaping with excitement and nerves, that Sisse realized her attention had wandered from the event at hand to her thoughts. "Oh!" For a moment Sisse had to sort through why Alvin might be looking at her with such a worried stare, her own lips tilting into a smile at his mere voice before confusion colored it as she considered his question. "Yes, quite. I am sorry. I was lost in my thoughts." She explained.

"I didn't expect to see you here this afternoon Mr. Bixby." But I am glad for it. She thought, begrudging that she ought not say such a bold statement to him. It wasn't ladylike. Sisse could only hope he could read such attentions in her smile. Although given the broad smile now settling on her lips, perhaps she ought to guard against that as well - if Sloane's observations were to be believed. Yet she thought that Alvin deserved happiness and who was she to steal away a smile so freely given? Idly, her fingers twirled the parasol above them, the only outward sign of nerves.