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 During the Third Dance, Cassandra, Georgiana and Maxwell
Cassandra Edgeworth (Francesca)
Posted: Jan 19 2009, 10:50 PM


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The strains of the "Selina" had died away many minutes back and it appeared the the musicians were in the process of warming up for the next dance. Cassandra had taken advantage of one of her aunt's rare lapses in the supervision of her daughter Phoebe to converse with her cousin. The talk was going to have to be brief as her cousin was to dance the next set with one of her many admirers, but Cassandra was not particularly put out. She had mercifully been blessed with the ability to talk both fast and fluently. The two girls were strolling arm-in-arm around the room, their heads close together as they compared notes.

Of course, the term "comparing notes" might have been a little misleading for Cassandra had brushed away Phoebe's queries about her own night and partners with an impatient "Yes, very pleasant, now never mind that!", fixing the blonde with a stern look, worthy of any estimable dowager. "My dear, you can't possibly marry the Duke of Layton", she told her firmly. "He's fifty if he's a day and he bounces on the balls of his feet while he's dancing!" She stroked her chin thoughtfully. "And he'll have gout, mark my words. These old men always do. You cannot imagine what a trial it is to deal with a gouty old man. Poor Mama rallies tolerably well, but it is most unpleasant, I assure you!"

She eyed her pretty blonde cousin thoughtfully. "You cannot possibly lack for offers", she said calmly. "You are very beautiful, you know, and have such a sweet disposition. No Phoebe, we must find you a grand match! Not Layton, he won't do at all. You need a young duke. Without gout. I cannot stress the importance of the gout enough!"

Her impassioned monologue required far too much concentration for her to actually pay attention to where she was going. Nor had she paid much heed to her cousin's very meek attempts at interjecting enough to realise that there were objects in her way that must be circumvented. And while Phoebe did try to drag her out of the way, she was unsuccessful in averting the collision completely. It was not a very considerable shock as Cassandra was small and had not been walking quite as fast as she was usually wont to do, but nevertheless, a shock it was. "Oh, I do beg your pardon", she said apologetically. "I wasn't looking where I was going although you have probably realised that yourself already."


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For the soirée, Cassandra wears a light pink drapery of crepe over a white underskirt. Her hair is bound with a pearl comb.
Georgiana Haworth (Vikki)
Posted: Jan 20 2009, 10:01 AM


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Georgiana had thoroughly enjoyed the first two sets. Faced with a break for the next dance, she had cheerfully sent Arthur off to find Miss Pritchard while she enjoyed a few minutes to catch up with an old friend before she was claimed by her future brother-in-law. They were deep in conversation when a clash of elbows and shoulders startled her out of their discussion of the season's plans. Georgiana exclaimed in surprise, but was soon soothing apologies. The poor blonde girl - who hadn't even been the one to collide with Georgiana - looked almost distraught.

"Oh, there's no harm done," she assured the darker lady after her own apology and explanation. "I'm sure we were just as oblivious as you. One expects such accidents in such a crowded ballroom, really, and especially at the first ball of the season. So many vital pieces of news to exchange and opinions to be given!" The strains of music were becoming more insistent, and Mr Brinston (the prospective brother-in-law) seemed to materialise by their side in that disconcerting way he had to escort Louisa to set that was forming. She wondered if the two girls in front of her were also engaged to dance the next. If they were, they had better hurry, or miss the start of the dance.


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Cassandra Edgeworth (Francesca)
Posted: Jan 20 2009, 07:21 PM


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The lady that Cassandra had bumped into proved to be perfectly amiable. She was glad; there were a number of women in the room who would have grown crotchety over far less. Furthermore, she seemed to share her own opinion about the need to gossip in between dances. "Oh yes!" she agreed with her happily. "There is so much to talk about. Especially for Phoebe and me since this is our first Season. We have not been out much before this."

Looking at her cousin, Cassie did not fail to notice the blush of mortification and discomfiture that had crept over her features. Indeed, her cousin was so red that one would have been blind not to notice. While she did not quite comprehend the need for such embarrassment (Cassandra was rarely, if ever, embarrassed by anything) she did feel quite sorry for the girl. It was convenient therefore, that Phoebe had promised the next set to someone. Cassandra decided to bring it up tactfully, providing her cousin with a means of escape.

"Heavens, Phoebe, the next dance is about to start! You had better go find Lord Whatshisname as soon as possible or you will miss it. And that would be most uncivil of you. Aunt Portia would be furious." The urgency of her tone (combined, of course, with the urgency of the situation) appeared to have some effect on her companion, who roused herself before fixing an uncertain and slightly guilty look on her. "But Cassie, what about you?"

Cassandra barely reigned in the impulse to roll her eyes. "Lord, Phoebe, this is hardly the time to be worrying about me! Run along and enjoy your dance; I am sure I shall find someone to talk to." She patted her cousin on the arm. "And failing that, there is always your Mama."

Phoebe cast a last doubting look at her before leaving. Cassandra heaved a sigh of relief as she watched her cousin depart before turning to the lady she had bumped into. "She is very nervous about her first season, you know." she explained.


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For the soirée, Cassandra wears a light pink drapery of crepe over a white underskirt. Her hair is bound with a pearl comb.
Imogen Rathbone (Vikki)
Posted: Jan 20 2009, 09:01 PM


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The two girls hurried off, leaving Georgiana and her new companion alone. "Lord knows why," she replied almost as an undertone, half to herself. "She has no reason at all to be nervous - she's quite lovely and seems very sweet." Opening her fan, she took a step out of the way of someone who was trying to pass, and remembered her own attacks of nerves both last season and even now, when she was faced with being a society hostess for the first time. "But then again, nerves can get the better of anyone, can't they. I do beg your pardon, it seems we're left without anyone to perform introductions, and I have no intention of being icily correct and refusing to speak to you after all this. I'm Lady Louth; Lord Louth over there," she pointed out her husband with a very contented smile, "is my husband. And it seems we are both without partners, so perhaps we might keep each other company for a while?" Her initial impression of the debutante before her was an amiable one, and she was inclined to indulge in a new acquaintance.


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Cassandra Edgeworth (Francesca)
Posted: Jan 21 2009, 10:32 PM


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"I would never disagree with that assessment", responded Cassandra with a warm smile. "She herself has an unusually modest temperament though, and is quite timid. And I daresay, even more nervous because of the pressure. Her parents are understandably determined that she shall marry well, and it is all rather overwhelming for my cousin. She is very young of course."

This last sentence might as well have been spoken by a seasoned matron rather than a green debutante, such was the gravitas with which it was delivered. Cassandra was still eyeing Phoebe's back speculatively when the lady introduced herself. "It seems we share similar views on the etiquette of introductions", she smiled. "I have already foisted my company on two other strangers this evening, in fact! I am Lady Cassandra Edgeworth. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Louth, and an equal pleasure to have your company. I am sitting this dance out as well, as you may already have surmised."

She looked closely at Lady Louth. Why, she can't be more than a year older than I am! While she did know that young women such as herself came to London during the Season to find husbands, she hadn't fully realised that this would actually entail getting married. Foolishly enough, she had not really expected to meet married ladies of an age with her. She stayed silent as she wrapped her mind around this alien notion, finally coming to the conclusion that she was not at all ready to hunt for a husband - not this Season, at any rate. She barely concealed a gurgle of amusement at the prospect of getting married herself. The notion had a faintly farcical element to it.


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Georgiana Haworth (Vikki)
Posted: Jan 23 2009, 05:03 PM


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Georgiana had to stifle a laugh at Lady Cassandra's description of her cousin. Mercifully, she managed to convert it into a smile that could be taken for sympathetic agreement. 'Very young', indeed - as if she herself were Methuselah! "Quite. I sometimes think it is hard on young ladies to have such things thrust on them so suddenly, when many are barely out of the schoolroom," she replied.

"Edgeworth... I know the name somehow, but I can't place you," Georgiana mused after the introductions were concluded, and tried to determine whether there was a family resemblence between anyone she knew and the girl with whom she was talking. "Do you have an older brother, or perhaps sister? Perhaps I have met them. Of course, I might be entirely mistaken!"


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Cassandra Edgeworth (Francesca)
Posted: Jan 28 2009, 03:57 AM


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"Of course, I am quite young myself", Cassandra conceded, quite oblivious to Lady Louth's amusement. "But Phoebe is really the merest babe!"This statement was uttered in blithe contradiction of the fact that Phoebe was in fact a good two months older than her. "It is unfortunate, I suppose, that there is no way to move easily from the schoolroom to Society", she commented with a thoughtful frown. "But for my own part, I am quite delighted with the change in rhythm! Hunting for husbands at my age is quite silly of course, but I shan't let that interfere with my enjoyment", she said in a typically decisive way.

"Do you have an older brother, or perhaps sister? Perhaps I have met them. Of course, I might be entirely mistaken!"

"You are not mistaken", said Cassandra in response. "I do have an older brother, Tristan, Lord Latimer. Perhaps you met him during the last Season?" For all Tristan's assertions that balls were shockingly dull, she knew that he had attended a fair number the previous Season and it was entirely possible that he had met Lady Louth at one of them. It was equally possible that he had fallen in love with her as well, although there were so many other ladies who also shared this honour that it could hardly be called a distinction. "He might have mentioned meeting you to me", she informed the other young woman. "But he is not the most cogent of correspondents, so I really cannot say for sure."


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Maxwell Arden Moseley (Tasha)
Posted: Jan 29 2009, 01:53 AM


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I'll take that, Max thought to himself as he lifted a glass from a passing tray, I daresay I'll need it with this lot.

"So bright eyed and bushy tailed," He muttered, "It makes me sick."

He slowly trailed his eyes around the meandering bodies, observing the ladies in their silks casting their nets of flirtation, and those poor, unfortunate lads who were wont to be caught, engaging in desperate acts of romantic servitude - fetching a refreshment, offering an arm. He sneered to himself, downing the contents of his glass in one toss. He set it aside and quickly pilfered another.

As he swirled the liquid around, taking in the room, his eyes spied a fortunate sight - A quite attractive lady, and her skinny, somewhat less attractive friend, caught amidst a conversation, alone. Max smirked, sipping at the alchohol. Where were their ever watchful male protectors? Had they strayed from the pack?

Do be on you're gaurd for wolves, Ladies. If you don't watch out, one's liable to gobble you up, Max laughed a quiet, sensuous laugh, and began his approach, a smirk growing upon his face.

He gulped down the remainder of his drink, but kept it with him, intent on employing it as a prop in one of his favorite schemes.

He neared them, pretending to be overwhelmed by the band, his eyes glued to where they were placed, all the while, keeping the two pretty young women in his peripheral vision. As he neared them, he turned away - making a show of bumping into the dark haired one (she had quite plain features - it would not matter if some little of his drink spilled on her frock). Max hit her side with an actor's conviction - hard enough to make his glass slip from his hands and spill a touch on the young lady's bodice, rolling away on the floor.

He instantly reached out to steady her, and allowed an expression (studied so it might seem entirely natural) of beleaugered mortification to sweep across his handsome face.

"Oh my," He breathed, "Do forgive me Ladies, I beg a pardon - I was just so - so," he gestured toward the band, "caught by the loveliness of the music," he paused for effect, and looked down at his shoes, "I do seem to be all thumbs this evening," He glanced through his long lashes at the blonde, a small boyish smile creeping across his features, "though it appears that my luck is wont to change - It appears the music - and the fates, seem intent on altering the course of my life for the better," He smiled a smile filled with secrets, and was quiet for a moment. Now was the point where he should cover his tracks - a good rake is always a smart one, who will not be run out of town before bedding as many sisters, daughters, and wives as he wants.

"I should play the gentleman and desist - I'll fetch the master of ceremonies, so we might be properly introduced," and now for the finishing touch, "I daresay it would be quite the scandal if I did not, and left this young lady without aid for her dress. Do forgive me, I shall repay the cost in full." Here, he smiled his most winning smile, full and wide and warm - directed entirely at the little friend. "It shall be money well spent," he stated.

now if I succeed in winning over the troll, the battle is mine. Max thought to himself.
Georgiana Haworth (Vikki)
Posted: Jan 29 2009, 11:32 AM


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Hunting for husbands at Lady Cassandra's age, which Georgiana estimated was probably no more than a year younger than herself, was perhaps ridiculous, but it was society's expectation. If she waited too long, she would find that all the best gentlemen would have been taken. Then again, she had had no expectation of marrying in her first year herself, at the start of last season, and many girls took two years or more to find a good match. Perhaps Lady Cassandra only intended to make a good impression and enjoy herself this year, and save earnest husband-hunting for next season. It was probably a sensible move.

"Latimer! Of course. Now I can see the resemblence. Lord Latimer and I met a few times last season." A sweet boy, but rather young and impressionable - even from Georgiana's not-yet-twenty-year-old perspective. "He is very enthusiastic in his cultivation of a 'seasoned' attitude! But I found him quite likeable nonetheless."

As they talked, they became the victims of yet another collision, as a gentleman bumped into Lady Cassandra with such force that he dropped his drink. Or perhaps it was shock that made him do so. At any rate, Georgiana was already midway through exclamations of surprise and concern for the other lady's welfare and dress by the time the gentleman's apologies gave way to an explanation. She raised an eyebrow in faint disbelief - 'caught by the loveliness of the music'? The musicians were good, certainly, but a country dance at a ball, overlaid by the sound of chatter and laughter, was hardly the type of music to transport a person to another plane. Anyone using that as an excuse must be either lying or rather soft in the head. She wondered what the truth was - perhaps he had been distracted or preoccupied by something else and didn't want to admit it?

Then the gentleman continued with mildly flirtatious comments, and Georgiana began to have the suspicion that the accident had not been quite so accidental after all. He recovered very quickly from his fluster, a little too quickly to be legitimate. He did have a very charming, winning smile, but if indeed he was on the hunt (though she wasn't entirely certain of that yet), then at least one of the pair in front of him was the wrong prey. "Thank you sir," she told him, in response to his offer. "I'm sure no great harm has been done, but I think I should assist the lady with her dress. If you find the Master of Ceremonies, I'm sure we shall be glad of an introduction in a few moments."


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Cassandra Edgeworth (Francesca)
Posted: Jan 29 2009, 10:59 PM


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Cassandra regarded Lady Louth with considerably greater respect as the other woman concluded her assessment of her brother. "Your ladyship is exceedingly observant", she remarked dryly. "I would be hard put to come up with a better description myself!" She failed to anticipate the impending collision and was quite taken aback as someone barrelled into straight into her, causing his drink to slosh over the edges of his glass and onto her bosom. "Oh the dickens!" The unexpected bump brought this decidedly unladylike expression to Lady Cassandra's lips. Promptly forgetting that she had done much the same thing herself quite recently, she turned her head, determined to give the clod-pole who had bumped into her her very best glare. Her intention was thwarted as her eyes landed upon what was quite definitely the most superior example of masculine beauty she had seen that evening.

"Though it appears that my luck is wont to change - It appears the music - and the fates, seem intent on altering the course of my life for the better."

Annoyance quickly gave way to an a look of speculation and cool assessment. She quickly dismissed the man's ramblings about music and clumsiness as an ill-conceived Banbury tale. Not only was the music no more than ordinary, she would also wager that he had never made a clumsy move in his life. She could only conclude that there were ulterior motives behind his badly concocted lie, and brightened considerably at this thought. How curious!

"Of course", she said in uncharacteristically dulcet tones in response to his apologies (uttered in a suitably husky voice), surveying the bodice of her dress ruefully as she pondered the new arrival. The suspicion that he was A Rake (the words were capitalised in Cassandra's mind) was beginning to dawn on her. She had been greatly wishing for some time to meet A Rake and see him go about being rakish, although they had, thus far, been surprisingly difficult to identify.

"Though it appears that my luck is wont to change - It appears the music - and the fates, seem intent on altering the course of my life for the better."

"Fortuitous, indeed", she murmured in response to this statement of extraordinary gallantry, returning his smile with one of her own. It was entirely as she had suspected - the man was quite certainly A Rake. She could have hugged herself in glee. While she was not dancing the third dance, she was quite certain it was not going to be boring. She looked forward to studying his rakish mannerisms with unabashed enthusiasm, if only because it would afford her the opportunity to taunt Tristan on the journey home in the guise of offering him tips. He'll be furious, she predicted to herself, with malicious satisfaction.

She realised that the unknown gentleman (she assumed he was still one of those, for the patronesses would not have admitted any Unsuitable Persons to Almack's) had been offering compensation for her dress while she was contemplating the possibilities of the encounter. "It shall be money well spent." She gathered that the statement was supposed to constitute some sort of compliment, but that did not alter the fact that literally interpreted, it was still a rather silly thing to say. And Cassandra had never been able to refrain from mocking silly things. She raised her eyebrows. "On a soiled dress?" she enquired, deriving some small impish pleasure from misunderstanding him deliberately. "How extraordinary."

Remembering that she had promised herself not to be rude and that her previous statement had verged on the impolite, she hastened to take the edge off it by offering him another wide, cheerful smile. It was not a particulatly difficult task - the fact that he was so attractive was very helpful. "Pray do not discompose yourself sir", she said "My gown has not sustained irreparable damage, I assure you." This was a falsehood of considerable proportions - white satin was exceedingly hard to clean. However, that particular subject would make as dull a topic of conversation as the subject of compensation would make a sordid one, which was why Cassandra chose to refrain from both, moving on instead to the matter of introductions.

"I'll fetch the master of ceremonies, so we might be properly introduced."
"That appears to be prudent scheme sir", she said cheerfully. "I have already foisted my acquaintance on three unfamiliar people tonight and I doubt my reputation would be able to stand the damage of a fourth encounter!" The Rake's temporary absence, she decided, would give her some time to ponder his motives. The suspicion that he had deliberately engineered the accident had occurred to her, which meant that he must be wishing for an introduction and had merely chosen a novel way to do so. She did not doubt that his interest was centred on her new acquaintance, which was probably why he had chosen not to incur her wrath by spilling his drink on her. The thought of a gentleman flirting with married ladies was vaguely discomfiting of course, but she supposed that was what Rakes did. She wondered how Lady Louth would deal with the situation.


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