A short while ago, Yassine had been seriously considering bailing on this ball and finding something better in London to entertain him tonight. It hadn’t been a complete waste of time, but it had been quite an insipid affair otherwise - up until the flower arrangements had gone up in flames. (Prematurely, apparently.) That, admittedly, had been a bit entertaining.
But he hadn’t even moved off two paces from his last conversation when some wide-eyed young woman made a beeline for him. Yassine blinked at the sudden obstruction, but he had nothing against the abruptness of the introduction, at least not until the blonde introduced herself as the girl actually debuting. He supposed he ought to have known that already, but he hadn’t; she hadn’t made much of an impression at the outset of the evening, and a debutante at her own coming out was not likely to be much fun. Now he knew, though, there was nothing to do but hold back the brimming laugh... and although he hadn’t laughed, exactly, he might have let a slight noise slip in suppressing his snort.
“Is it?” Yassine replied anyway, in the loosely patronising tone one used on a young child who was inordinately proud of something entirely inane. (And as balls and new debutantes went...) Had she come up to everyone like this to announce it, one by one, fishing for congratulations? Raising an eyebrow in bemusement, Yassine shot a dubious glance at his nearest acquaintance as if to communicate hey, did you know this girl was weird? before he circled around to the point of perfunctory politeness. “And you... are enjoying your night, I hope?”
Perhaps he had spotted her earlier? Or, no - he fancied the dress he remembered had been different, trailing more. Maybe he’d mixed her up with a different girl.
But he hadn’t even moved off two paces from his last conversation when some wide-eyed young woman made a beeline for him. Yassine blinked at the sudden obstruction, but he had nothing against the abruptness of the introduction, at least not until the blonde introduced herself as the girl actually debuting. He supposed he ought to have known that already, but he hadn’t; she hadn’t made much of an impression at the outset of the evening, and a debutante at her own coming out was not likely to be much fun. Now he knew, though, there was nothing to do but hold back the brimming laugh... and although he hadn’t laughed, exactly, he might have let a slight noise slip in suppressing his snort.
“Is it?” Yassine replied anyway, in the loosely patronising tone one used on a young child who was inordinately proud of something entirely inane. (And as balls and new debutantes went...) Had she come up to everyone like this to announce it, one by one, fishing for congratulations? Raising an eyebrow in bemusement, Yassine shot a dubious glance at his nearest acquaintance as if to communicate hey, did you know this girl was weird? before he circled around to the point of perfunctory politeness. “And you... are enjoying your night, I hope?”
Perhaps he had spotted her earlier? Or, no - he fancied the dress he remembered had been different, trailing more. Maybe he’d mixed her up with a different girl.
