With Mrs. Featherington having declared that she would spend the day with her sister in the countryside, Poppy had been able to accept her cousin's invitation to the boxing match.

Well, in truth, it had not been so much an invitation as a mention that he would be going, but for Poppy Crane, who had never actually seen a boxing match, it had sounded like a delightful way to pass her newfound free time—her presence would not be expected at such a thing, but neither was it specifically forbidden: a grey area in society's expectations.

Of course, Chester was not entirely well-versed in the art of squiring about a lady, even one who was only a lady's maid, and so had swiftly abandoned her to go place his bet. This allowed Poppy an opportunity to realize how...not suited this particular event actually was for the likes of the Cranes. The vast majority of the crowd was quite plainly gentlemen, and it occurred to her vaguely that the gambling stakes would likely be high and—

Not wishing to sit alone in the stands where her presence as a woman alone would be decidedly evident, Poppy had made her way to the floor, deciding to seek out her cousin once again.

"Excuse me," she voiced towards a man near the edge of the stand, blocking her way. Poppy's words were clear enough to be heard over the chatter, but not so assertive that he was likely to take offence.