Effie and Open
Effie hummed as she poured herself a glass of something that would make her forget all protocol, humming as she bounced around the other nobels, eagerly ditching anyone who looked like they wanted to talk buisness...or try to 'ally' themselves with Boston...because, ew...and they were always old men! Honestly, if she were going to marry for position he would have to be at least thirty-five!
She wondered around, trying to find someone interesting to talk to...or dance with...or anything...
She was bored, and she didn't see Peter or Lucia or anyone!