The countdown to Harmony's debut was like a clock ticking down towards Lydie's doom. There would be no further finances put towards her marital success once she had a younger, more eligible sister on the market, as the Gambols simply couldn't afford it. She had hoped something would have come from all her efforts this summer, but when nothing substantial materialized Lydie realized her doom was far nearer than she was allowing herself to believe.
The Season wasn't entirely over yet though, for there were countless Christmas festivities to attend. Lydie had seized upon every available option — even going as far as to invite herself to one or two of Willa's invitations without asking — with renewed vigor. She wasn't meant to be a governess or whatever other employment options would be made available to her. She was meant to sit in parlors and whisper over cups of tea!
The tree farm, although pretty, was too cold for Lydie to thoroughly enjoy. Her younger siblings were here ... somewhere, and Mama was negotiating the cost of a tree far grander than anything they still owned. Which left Lydie free to wander about as she wished. Or, so she would have done had the man not approached her so desperately.
See, the issue now was Lydie's terrible sense of direction. She'd been walking through the aisles just long enough to have lost sight of the stalls that she was (mostly) certain remained behind her. "I think you head back that way, Sir." Lydie said with some concern, gesturing behind her and to the right. "Are you well? Can I summon someone for you?"
The Season wasn't entirely over yet though, for there were countless Christmas festivities to attend. Lydie had seized upon every available option — even going as far as to invite herself to one or two of Willa's invitations without asking — with renewed vigor. She wasn't meant to be a governess or whatever other employment options would be made available to her. She was meant to sit in parlors and whisper over cups of tea!
The tree farm, although pretty, was too cold for Lydie to thoroughly enjoy. Her younger siblings were here ... somewhere, and Mama was negotiating the cost of a tree far grander than anything they still owned. Which left Lydie free to wander about as she wished. Or, so she would have done had the man not approached her so desperately.
See, the issue now was Lydie's terrible sense of direction. She'd been walking through the aisles just long enough to have lost sight of the stalls that she was (mostly) certain remained behind her. "I think you head back that way, Sir." Lydie said with some concern, gesturing behind her and to the right. "Are you well? Can I summon someone for you?"