Poor Begonia didn't have things going in her favour on the marriage front. Her brother was a known werewolf. That was enough to put many potential suitors off. Even Ellory, who was generally open-minded, couldn't invite her with certain other company. Evelyn and the like, for example. And she had invited Begonia over on a fairly insignificant day too.

Anyways.

"Don't say that!" Ellory said, drawing out the last word. "Half of twenty four is twelve, so..." Where was she going with this? It had seemed very deep and profound in her head, before saying it. "You're not that old! OH! I have just the right man for you!"

Ellory suddenly got very excited. She jumped from her seat, as jumpy as she could get pregnant and in a dress from 1891.

"Balthazar Urquart! And he's Claude's colleague, so we could arrange for you to meet him! He's the perfect man for you! Only you would be able to understand his daughter's plight! Oh, Begonia! You have to marry him!"

She had walked up to her friends' seat and grabbed her friend's hands in hers. She emphasized her point by shaking them in her hands, as though Begonia marrying Balt Urquart was as simple as buying a new pair of shoes.

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