Rosmerta grinned. “I do not know, yet here I am at this ball, entirely unsuitable.”
And she was, she knew it, but she didn't particularly care. As she'd told him, she was here to see how they'd messed up the dance she enjoyed at the country parties. Since she'd done that, she was pretty much finished with the gathering altogether. Except for this love god. He was definitely interesting.
Her head tilted toward the direction of the landing outside a pair of glass-paned doors. Without saying another word, or waiting for a response, Rosmerta made her way through the pastel-bedecked women and men that tried to slyly eye her without seeming to. The closer she got to escaping, the more she wanted to be out of the place, and away from the people within the room.
As she burst out onto the veranda, Rosmerta took a deep breath of the cool night air, taking in the scent of green and growing things. There was a garden here. And while it was manicured and meant for pleasing the eye rather than sustaining the body, they were still plants and she felt better around them at the moment than the mortals inside. Plants were not full of artifice and pompous attitude.
Turning around she looked to see where the love god was, hoping he wouldn't be far behind her.