May 4th, 1894 — Potts Flower Festival
Sage Whitby
He'd missed last year's festival due to work but it was impressive what the Potts family - and Mr. Podmore - had managed to pull off. It was nice to be here. The whole afternoon had a warm glow, as he stood, watching the various families. Since his sister's marriage three years ago and he was removed from chaperone duties, he didn't go to anywhere near as many events - or anything - with her. But he'd sought her attention for the afternoon with Lillian and his sister. Caroline had stepped away, seeing someone she recognized, and leaving Anthony with the care of the toddling two year chase her nanny with a flower crown. Sage Whitby
Well, in charge of was an exaggeration. The nanny was perfectly capable. But he liked Lillian and enjoyed spoiling her like he couldn't with his brothers' children in Boston. Though if he was going to say he was watching her... "Lily, love, please listen to the nanny. We don't run with candy," he sigh, too busy watching his niece to see the surprising tall woman beside him until it was too late.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"