Mariella Rumianova was not in a habit of accepting invitations to parties of more than two or three guests but exceptions had to be made, especially if it was to something quite as important and glorious as this event – the opening of the new Town Hall. Although she preferred to keep back from most mortal enjoyments it would not do for a grand lady not to attend this event. That would draw far more questions, and it was questions which Mariella wished to avoid.
The June sun was weaker in the evenings, and with a hooded cloak and gloves she could risk a little exposure. His Lordship, she was certain, would have made arrangements to have the curtains inside pulled and provide candle or gas lights as an alternative.
“Your Lordship.” She murmured, the hint of some exotic accent ubiquitous in her words, and she offered her hand for him to kiss. “You have quite out done yourself. I do look forward to meeting your other, exalted guests.”