February 6th, 1891 — Devine Estate, Wellingtonshire
Just over a week ago November had received a very important letter from her eldest brother, Aldous. She'd been eager to discuss it with Ophelia for days now but with her party coming up so soon it seemed sensible just to wait until then to bring it up. It also happened to be a good chance to get a headstart on it immediately, there would be unattached young ladies all over the place. There was one drawback and that was Ophelia being the hostess - naturally her time was precious and everyone would be after it.
While waiting for a chance to talk to Ophelia it dawned on Nova that of course there were no debutantes present that evening, it was not that sort of occasion. Oh well. It also dawned on Nova after her second drink that she didn't know what sort of drinks she'd had but they were tasty and she'd accidentally had more than she normally would. She'd never been intoxicated in her life, she usually sipped so daintily at her drinks that she could make one last a whole evening. Not that she was intoxicated now but she felt a little odd and decided she'd have no more drinks this evening.
She spotted Ophelia just as she was getting up from a disappointing tarot reading - apparently her life was going to be quite pleasant and not at all ominous. Of course it wouldn't be good to have bad things happen but she'd been hoping for at some undertones of doom to excite herself over for the next few weeks. Instead she just had reassurances of continued prosperity and good health. How uninspiring!
Her friend was nearby and looked as though she was about to part company with someone so Nova smoothly swept in just after the other person walked away. "Ophelia, I must extend my compliments on the evening, it is very well done." She was feeling oddly forthright at present. "I must speak with you quite urgently."
While waiting for a chance to talk to Ophelia it dawned on Nova that of course there were no debutantes present that evening, it was not that sort of occasion. Oh well. It also dawned on Nova after her second drink that she didn't know what sort of drinks she'd had but they were tasty and she'd accidentally had more than she normally would. She'd never been intoxicated in her life, she usually sipped so daintily at her drinks that she could make one last a whole evening. Not that she was intoxicated now but she felt a little odd and decided she'd have no more drinks this evening.
She spotted Ophelia just as she was getting up from a disappointing tarot reading - apparently her life was going to be quite pleasant and not at all ominous. Of course it wouldn't be good to have bad things happen but she'd been hoping for at some undertones of doom to excite herself over for the next few weeks. Instead she just had reassurances of continued prosperity and good health. How uninspiring!
Her friend was nearby and looked as though she was about to part company with someone so Nova smoothly swept in just after the other person walked away. "Ophelia, I must extend my compliments on the evening, it is very well done." She was feeling oddly forthright at present. "I must speak with you quite urgently."
