April 6th, 1891 - The Cruise Ship Santa Antonina
Her dress for the evening was one of Madame Rose’s constructions, light blue and low-cut enough to almost be daring. She’d spent much of the afternoon in the cabin working on her hair with Bellona, ensuring that it was up in an extravagant braided updo.
The point of the cruise had been to see the world, not to see men — except that of course there were men on the boat, and one of those men was Mr. Prewett, and so now the point was for him to see her and how desirable she was.
Camilla waited three songs to seek him out, knocking the remainder of her wine glass before she went to approach him.
“Mr. Prewett,” Camilla said, with the wry smile she’d reserved for him when they ran into one another on the boat. She held out her hand, expecting him to ask her to dance even though he had not had a chance to respond yet.
The point of the cruise had been to see the world, not to see men — except that of course there were men on the boat, and one of those men was Mr. Prewett, and so now the point was for him to see her and how desirable she was.
Camilla waited three songs to seek him out, knocking the remainder of her wine glass before she went to approach him.
“Mr. Prewett,” Camilla said, with the wry smile she’d reserved for him when they ran into one another on the boat. She held out her hand, expecting him to ask her to dance even though he had not had a chance to respond yet.