Lady Marie Angélique Thérèse Zéphyrine Worthington was more excited than she had been in weeks. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining nearly as much as the diamonds at her throat. A party, moreover a gambling party! And she was in posession of a purse that could be lightened, emptied or doubled and she was not in a mood to care which.
Her father had allowed her to join the tables since she had experience and in any case, a chaperone in their relative Lord Hurst. What her lady mother thought of it, Angel hadn't spared a moment to guess. She laughed and took a sip of the wine. Not the same as champagne at Versailles, but it would do. She thought of observing as much to Aimé but decided that could come later. Her gaze slipped from him to Demetri who promised, she thought, to be a most diverting acquaintance, before she flashed a charming smile at Lord Hurst.
"Something easy then, please sirs. It wouldn't be kind for those of us who aren't so skilled at English to fumble over words." Not that hers was anything less than spotless but she knew that with enough wine she'd slip into French and garble her English.