The Gardens - 10.20
“Oh, you’ll just have to do, I suppose,” Georgina smirked, returning flippant tone of the conversation. She composed her expression to that of restrained amusement, hoping that her previous thoughts didn’t betray her emotions. “Shall I call you Marius then?” she asked, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. The formality of the situation was proving more entertaining than she first thought.
Georgina followed Marius’ gaze back to the ballroom and her eyes lingered there before snapping back to his face. “Hm,” she said shrewdly, pretending to regard him closely, “I’m sure you would make quite a good addition to the family…” Georgina broke off and grinned. “I still believe you gentlemen have the upper hand in this situation,” she tugged at her sleeve again. “Uncomfortable shoes, you know,” Georgina whispered conspirationally.
“You miss France.” It was a statement, not a question. She eyed him again, although it was proving difficult to notice subtle changes in expression in the half-light. “I can’t say I blame you, it’s a lovely country, terribly difficult language to master though.” Georgina paused and glanced back to the ballroom again. “But you can’t say that British politics can’t be amusing when it wants to be.”