"I'm as well as ever," Calliope returned, as though it would be an insult to imagine her and her life as anything less than resoundingly splendid. "Although I must say I'm disappointed to hear of your dullness," she chided, in jest. "If I am to relive my debutante days through you, you must give me something to work with!" She broke into a laugh as she beckoned in a maid with a tea tray and platter of fruits and cakes.
"Of course, I suppose it is the lack of events in the winter that are the real blight," she continued, with a veneer of understanding. "How are you ever to meet anyone worth anything?" Calliope upturned a hand as though consulting the heavens on the shameful state of the social calendar. "Your parents surely don't plan to betroth you next, do they?" They had just betrothed her brother - a desperate cover-up of less appropriate relations, if Witch Weekly was to be believed. But Seraphina surely had prospects she could solidify herself?
"Of course, I suppose it is the lack of events in the winter that are the real blight," she continued, with a veneer of understanding. "How are you ever to meet anyone worth anything?" Calliope upturned a hand as though consulting the heavens on the shameful state of the social calendar. "Your parents surely don't plan to betroth you next, do they?" They had just betrothed her brother - a desperate cover-up of less appropriate relations, if Witch Weekly was to be believed. But Seraphina surely had prospects she could solidify herself?
