The Dempseys were well known throughout society for their…eccentricities, but that didn’t usually stop Sybella from attending their events. Yes, perhaps the touches they lent to their events sometimes were pulled off a bit heavy handed, but why should that stop attendees from enjoying the ball? This year’s theme was quite delightful, and Sybella was entirely happy to go as Beatrice. Though who might be able to guess, it was anyone’s gamble. She dressed in a frock that erred on the side of simplicity with a few masculine details added to perhaps allude to Beatrice’s more brash nature; however aside from this she left it up to the observer to decide.

In any case, it was a fantastic ball to observe others’ efforts and to meet new people. Her friend had tugged her into a circle where she’d been introduced to a few people, chief of whom was Mr. Echelon-Arnost who had apparently been in Italy last year. Never one to tire of talking about her home country, Sybella smiled at him kindly when the group broke into smaller conversations. “Oh?” Sybella gave a soft laugh, flicking her eyes to the one who had thrown out the fact in the first place before resettling upon Mr. Echelon-Arnost. “Were you ever in Italy then?” She inquired, brows canted up to echo her doubt that even that was true.