Camilla took her dance card from Mr. Selwyn and kept it between her pointer and index fingers. Mr. Selwyn might have been - maybe-old, but at least he wasn't the one with acknowledged bastards - but he was also complimenting her, and that was better than a net-zero male attention situation.
Her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh, thank you," she said, "I suppose that the art may be a distraction." It was - well, not all of the paintings were compelling, but they were something. Camilla somewhat envied the organizers of the event for finding a way to get everyone out here in the middle of winter.
Her eyes flickered towards the painting he had been looking at. "Do you have any favorites?" she asked, waving her free hand towards the wall of paintings. This was the sort of thing smart and interesting girls were supposed to say at art parties; and Camilla was smart and interesting, she was sure of it, but her own impending doom of spinsterhood had her feeling like she was putting on an act.
Her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh, thank you," she said, "I suppose that the art may be a distraction." It was - well, not all of the paintings were compelling, but they were something. Camilla somewhat envied the organizers of the event for finding a way to get everyone out here in the middle of winter.
Her eyes flickered towards the painting he had been looking at. "Do you have any favorites?" she asked, waving her free hand towards the wall of paintings. This was the sort of thing smart and interesting girls were supposed to say at art parties; and Camilla was smart and interesting, she was sure of it, but her own impending doom of spinsterhood had her feeling like she was putting on an act.