Someone somewhere was speaking to her, though it sounded like they were speaking from across the crowded ballroom and she could feel a slight pressure on her shoulder. Ultimately, it was the feeling of cold hard ground on her back that shocked her back into consciousness, and Diana shifted uncomfortably to peer up at the face that was hovering just above her.

Brown curls and pale eyes were the first things she saw. As his features came more into focus, Diana blinked in surprise - she knew his face, of course. Her mother had warned her thousands of times about the family and the trouble they'd caused in society, however, Diana – perhaps like her father – usually decided to be rather hard of hearing in the months following any scandal, especially given Allegra's propensity to scold around such times. "I can," she responded, her voice straining as she shifted uncomfortably again. Would that she could take these god-forsaken corsets and throw them in the flames!

She grimaced as a sharp throbbing made itself known near her temple. Closing her eyes only made things worse; only made the stars dance in front of her eyes even more, and she attempted to sit up. "I'm terribly sorry, I do hope I haven't caused a spectacle." she said, risking a glance around her. Thankfully Allegra Fawley was not around to fuss over her daughter, however judging by the number of people around, Diana might as well expect it later that night when they got home.