Despite having wanted to attend of her own volition (the idea of giving her two very single friends a hard time on St. Valentine's day was irresistible) by the time it came to get ready for the evening she had changed her mind. Preparing for the night ahead had been no easy feat, her maid had fumbled and flustered like a headless chicken and Tig had very nearly lost her temper and refused to go at all.
Her mood had eased once she was dressed and ready to go, although it wasn't until she'd arrived and stuffed some of whatever they were serving into her mouth that she started to forget her ill temper properly. Hanger was no laughing matter. No amount of canapes could have made dancing more enjoyable which was unlike her as she usually took particular pleasure from dancing. It wasn't until then that she'd realized quite how tightly her corset had been laced.
Whatever possessed her to let Tiberius lure her away? Certainly it had seemed worth it at the time, but she was already paying the price for it. The night couldn't end soon enough. She'd tried to go looking for him multiple times but had been diverted by various people whom she could only stand and tolerate unless she wanted to ruin the good impressions she had made since her party. Finally they were reunited and better still he wanted to go almost as much as she did.
Before they could get any further, to her chagrin he was suddenly stalling and really, she didn't have the patience for it at all! She glared at him irritably before she looked down to where he'd indicated. That was odd. Tig looked back up at him, glanced back at the mark and back to him. That couldn't be a coincidence! She rubbed at it but it didn't come off. Stealing a glance at the woman she'd just been talking to to make sure she wasn't looking their way, she looked back to him and hissed, "You tell me!"
Her mood had eased once she was dressed and ready to go, although it wasn't until she'd arrived and stuffed some of whatever they were serving into her mouth that she started to forget her ill temper properly. Hanger was no laughing matter. No amount of canapes could have made dancing more enjoyable which was unlike her as she usually took particular pleasure from dancing. It wasn't until then that she'd realized quite how tightly her corset had been laced.
Whatever possessed her to let Tiberius lure her away? Certainly it had seemed worth it at the time, but she was already paying the price for it. The night couldn't end soon enough. She'd tried to go looking for him multiple times but had been diverted by various people whom she could only stand and tolerate unless she wanted to ruin the good impressions she had made since her party. Finally they were reunited and better still he wanted to go almost as much as she did.
Before they could get any further, to her chagrin he was suddenly stalling and really, she didn't have the patience for it at all! She glared at him irritably before she looked down to where he'd indicated. That was odd. Tig looked back up at him, glanced back at the mark and back to him. That couldn't be a coincidence! She rubbed at it but it didn't come off. Stealing a glance at the woman she'd just been talking to to make sure she wasn't looking their way, she looked back to him and hissed, "You tell me!"
