A simple gesture but no less significant. Diana accepted the drink happily and took a sip. Champagne bubbles tickled the back of her throat and she laughed. Their last encounter with Mrs. Wellington had left the chaperone with little desire to follow Diana around more and she sighed wistfully. "Unfortunately she did not." She responded amiably, though she knew there was an equally large crowd of chaperones at this party no doubt. "Mrs. Wellington's on a brief vacation," she said, though there was no chagrin in her voice.

She did have a different chaperone, though this one seemed much more lenient than her predecessor. Diana glanced over at the woman whose gaze only lingered on her charge occasionally. Thankfully, Diana was not a debutante to escape her chaperone, though she knew if she wanted to it wouldn't be too tough. "So I imagine you find yourself relieved." She said, feeling rather emboldened by the night.