Reagan & Viola | Evening; Directly after her dance with Luke | Town Circle
Viola's smile pulled a little wider as Reagan professed her awareness of Clovennian custom. Yes, Viola thought, reassessing her clothes again, it would make sense for a woman who was as adept at understanding Clovennian fashion as Reagan clearly was to have at least a passing understanding of their marriage customs. Especially if she'd been in an unhappy Aurellian arranged marriage herself.
She, too, lifted her glass when Reagan did, all too happy to drink to her own thorough unengagement. She took a long drink of cider and nodded emphatically when Reagan asked. "Oh yes. I am." She rolled her eyes a little. "Thoroughly.</i>" She took half a step closer, her tone conspirational. "I ran away from him in the dead of night a few months ago. It's why I'm here. It was," she waved her cup dismissively. "A huge scandal back home. But he deserved it. He was awful. In every conceivable way." She tilted her head slightly. "What was wrong with Luke?" She squinted at Reagan. "He was too stupid for you, was he?"