September 25th, 1891 - Sanditon Season Close
Cash was going to these things as part of the elaborate scheme to come across as a man who would be marriage-able whenever Lucius decided he ought to be marriage-able — which seemed like it would be sooner than he would have liked. There were enough people he knew here that it hadn't been utterly excruciating — like Ford, and Fitzroy Prewett (as long as Cash didn't associate him with his twin), and Theo Gallivan.
It was a little dangerous to be near Gallivan too publicly. Cash was worried that something would slip out, and then his relatives would catch him, and then — everything would be over. But there weren't many Lestranges here, and he'd danced with a few eligible women and he'd had a few glasses of champagne, and it was practically midnight.
He found Theo by the edge of the ballroom, close to the water. "Did your sister make you come?" Cash asked, with a wry smile. He hadn't seen her, but it seemed likely — this was not any more Theo's scene than it was Cash's.
The wind outside was picking up. Cash could hear it.
It was a little dangerous to be near Gallivan too publicly. Cash was worried that something would slip out, and then his relatives would catch him, and then — everything would be over. But there weren't many Lestranges here, and he'd danced with a few eligible women and he'd had a few glasses of champagne, and it was practically midnight.
He found Theo by the edge of the ballroom, close to the water. "Did your sister make you come?" Cash asked, with a wry smile. He hadn't seen her, but it seemed likely — this was not any more Theo's scene than it was Cash's.
The wind outside was picking up. Cash could hear it.
MJ made this!