Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
There were not many people Juliette wished to see this evening, but when she spotted Councilor Liu through the crowd, she couldn’t help a slight lifting of her spirits. She had made peace, of a sort, with her… fondness. Mostly, she didn’t think about it now, aside from the occasional lunches she put together for him. If she felt warm and butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she saw him, well. No one had to know. And it would pass eventually, surely, unrequited as it was. Still, her shy smile erased some of the worry and exhaustion from her face as she approached him as he stood alone near the buffet table. “Good evening, Councilor,” she said, coming up alongside him. Drake had managed to finally get a moment alone when the young lady approached. Her smile was a bit hesitant, as though she was unsure of her welcome, and Drake grinned back to try to make her a bit more comfortable. He wasn’t entirely certain who she was, but she looked vaguely familiar. “Evening,” he replied, giving her a small bow. Even though he was Council, the girl looked noble, which meant she outranked him. It took a minute - which, really, was shameful considering how much time he spent with her - to realize that it was Juliette. Really, the shy smile should have tipped him off, or the voice. But he was bad with faces, and he was used to the squire being dressed as, well, a squire. “You look very nice, Juliette. Don’t really see you dressed up.” He would have kicked himself if he could. Of course he didn’t; it wasn’t like he went to parties like this often, and the idea of her wearing her pretty dress with her delicately done hair to the training yards was laughable. “Enjoying yourself?” She nodded her head in return in greeting. If her cheeks were a bit pink from the compliment, she couldn’t help it; she did not often enjoy being told she looked pretty, but somehow, from him it was less distressing and more… well, pleasant, she supposed. “You look very nice as well, councilor.” For once, bless social convention; she could never have said anything of the nature otherwise, but in this circumstance, it was practically an expectation. “I did not expect to see you here.” Perhaps she oughtn’t have been surprised; the Countess invited all manner of people to her events, so why not councilors? They were important figures in the community, after all. “I am,” she said, and it wasn’t even entirely untrue. She was feeling much happier about being here just by virtue of having him to speak with. “And yourself?” |