Gale/Storm/Juliette - after dinner
The night had been a series of awkward after more awkward. At last extricating himself from Cousin Rumpus's rambling company, Storm desperately scoured the ballroom for greener pastures. Really, he could not see why Mother had refused to give Conan an invitation. He was not a noble, but he was the closest friend to the house successor. What further merit could Conan possibly need?
And here his eyes fell upon the familiar back of a fellow squire. Without another moment wasted, Storm made his way over to her side. "Good evening, Juli," he said. "I was hoping to—"
Here he saw to whom his friend was speaking. Suddenly contrite, Storm lowered his head. "Sister."