Re: Ball: Clementine, Irene & Declan
Clementine, she wasn't particularly observant, not as a rule. It was a thing born of being selfish as snakes, not being real observant. If it wasn't to do with her, well, then she didn't care 'bout it a whole lot. Just how things were, and she sipped her champagne easy and listened to talking about fragile egos, which earned Declan a real deliberate scoff, all nose and tip of chin, and that man's ego was robust as Christmas dinner.
Course, even Clementine had to notice the way Irene's attention turned swift at her brother, and it wasn't any surprise none. Declan was pretty as a picture, even if Irene had done nothing but show a whole lot of disregard for men, pretty or otherwise. But Declan, he was smart enough not to get took, and Clementine sipped and didn't worry.
Well, then she recalled he'd married himself to some woman that broke his heart, and then she decided being observant might be wise some. Not that she was worried, and not that she was jealous, but it just might be a thing worth doing, observing.
Irene asked after teaching Declan to dance, and Clementine looked at the man in question over what remained of those golden bubbles. Her light green eyes, they narrowed some, but just a moment, before she turned her attention back to Irene. Sunshine lighting pale features, and as if this was the best fun she'd had in her whole damn lifetime. "I ain't seen Declan dance since daddy made him go to cotillion balls when we were young. Making good matches, see, that was real important to our daddy." She wondered if Declan's wife had been a good match, because Clementine, she'd failed real hard at pleasing daddy in marriage.
Not that the man would've let her get married in the first place, not 'less he found someone he could control good as the day was long. "Declan never takes me dancing, and I hound him something awful. Don't I, sugar?"