While Darling was generally very much of the opinion that all people had sort of good side to them, she was also of the opinion that Kristoffer Lestrange's was buried quite deep. She generally managed to avoid having to speak with him too much, at least. The few times that she had to had been rare but enough for her to know it was not an experience she tended to enjoy. How someone as wonderful as Frida could have such a brother was very much beyond the blonde.

She had been gossiping with Frida when a young gentleman came to whisk her friend off elsewhere. It was not a ball but a cocktail party however some people seemed to be dancing anyway. Her chaperone was somewhere around and Darling had been about to go to their side when her eyes caught onto Mister Lestranges.

Oh, no. It was too late to pretend she had not seen him and it would be very rude to just not greet him at this point. "Happy New Year, Mister Lestrange," she managed to greet with a kind smile.