damia & juliette | 10pm, thereabouts.
Overwhelmed with busybodies and well-wishers, Juliette had decided to take a brief respite in the powder room. She had been quite bold tonight – turning down dances with gentlemen she didn’t fancy (of whom there were noticeably fewer; not having a fortune attached to her was wonderful), avoiding her guardians (soon-to-be former), and eating as much as she liked. It was probably the most she had ever enjoyed a ball in her life, but even so, the crowd became draining after a time, and the questions increasingly personal.
She was still an introvert at heart.
The Countess had kindly offered her a room to use if she felt like being alone, but she hadn’t dared to ask for it. This would do well enough – or so she thought, until she entered the room and saw…
She stopped in the doorway, a little baffled. “Good evening.” Some of tonight’s attendees were dressed quite oddly, but even so, what was the woman wearing? “Again.” At least, Juliette reasoned, she wasn’t taking a dagger to her clothing tonight. Though if she did, the girl had a notion it would be completely unfit to wear in public – it hardly had any fabric to it to begin with!