Belvina had attended the wedding, naturally, and thought that it had been an elegant affair considering the circumstances of the union. Unusual, perhaps for these times, but then an arranged marriage wasn't such a foreign idea to her.
She'd spent the last couple of weeks doing some quiet research into what she would need to get into Healer training. The idea of working with Potions for a living appealed and she could see that Stephen was right. With her relatives and their varying degrees of power - and insanity - she was best to try and present herself as independent of them.
She had also read - and practised - parts of the book he had given her but that was another subject entirely. And one she couldn't quite think of without her cheeks going quite red. It was certainly a topic she wouldn't bring up in polite conversation or otherwise.
Holding her flute of champagne, she talked to some of the guests, neatly avoiding others. It was a party, which was what counted, but the mix of guests was rather different to a normal social occasion.