Torie had long ago mastered tuning out unpleasant noises around her; her sisters were who they were after all. Today it was Estelle's manhandling of the piano she dutifully ignored while she worked on her needlepoint in the parlor. It really was a pity the season was over, but at least she had plenty of time to rest her bad leg so that she would be back in top form for next summer. Fortunately even at Miss King's debut, she had faired alright, even if she did not dance as many turns as she would have normally. At least Mr. Gladstone had proved to be proper company.

Estelle noticed the butler arrive first, with a stunning bouquet to be left across the room. "I do hope so, it would be nice for her to receive some attention every now and then." Torie said absentmindedly, meaning every word. Though she did most often receive such lovely treasures, she wouldn't mind if her sisters were also gifted such glorious prizes. "What does the card say?" She looked up from the rose she had just put the finishing touches on, toward her sister.

Gently she tucked her needlepoint beside her and looked at Estelle, wondering which of them would break the urge to check first. Torie was innately curious, even if she thought they might be for one of her sisters. Wouldn't in be nice to have some gentleman come keep them company on these increasingly raw days?