Camilla grinned at his joke, actually genuine, and raised the glass to her lips to take a sip. She could get another drink without anyone noticing, she thought — she could get away with a lot of things without anyone noticing her.
She frowned a little, at the mention of the season. She couldn't tell if Savino was making a jab at her age or not — if he was, it would be unlike him, (even though she was not fond of this branch of Zabinis,) and men tended to be less aware of those things regardless. But she was still aware of it, the threat of her age. She was going to be twenty-six in June. Twenty-six. She needed a way out.
The season could represent that, and she schooled her expression back into something approximating neutral. "Oh, certainly," she said, "The social calendar in these winter months can be so dull."
She frowned a little, at the mention of the season. She couldn't tell if Savino was making a jab at her age or not — if he was, it would be unlike him, (even though she was not fond of this branch of Zabinis,) and men tended to be less aware of those things regardless. But she was still aware of it, the threat of her age. She was going to be twenty-six in June. Twenty-six. She needed a way out.
The season could represent that, and she schooled her expression back into something approximating neutral. "Oh, certainly," she said, "The social calendar in these winter months can be so dull."