Rhiannon remembered how much she disliked holiday parties of any sort. Valentine's, Christmas, New Year's — though she'd never been to one as a member of society, instead much the way Rachel was attending this evening's festivities — but they were boring and the only highlight of a New Year's party, she'd always missed in the past. The fireworks at midnight.
She'd stolen away down the corridor alone (not something she was meant to be doing, but it was her house!) for a breather when she'd heard voices behind one of the doors that liked to stick if the house settled just wrong. With a frown, she crept closer, hands extending towards the door as if to knock, to check on the occupants (maybe find some gossip) — and suddenly it flew open.
"Ritchie?!" she immediately exclaimed, seeing his familiar face flying backwards into the room — along with a somewhat familiar young woman. Wait. A young woman. What was Ritchie doing alone with a debutante?! "Do I need to call for Mother?"
She'd stolen away down the corridor alone (not something she was meant to be doing, but it was her house!) for a breather when she'd heard voices behind one of the doors that liked to stick if the house settled just wrong. With a frown, she crept closer, hands extending towards the door as if to knock, to check on the occupants (maybe find some gossip) — and suddenly it flew open.
"Ritchie?!" she immediately exclaimed, seeing his familiar face flying backwards into the room — along with a somewhat familiar young woman. Wait. A young woman. What was Ritchie doing alone with a debutante?! "Do I need to call for Mother?"