Constance was fashionably late of course but she always was unless the party was her own. She was glad of the invitation but was going in wary. After everything that had happened lately, she was cautious. But a party was a party and she would never refuse the Duke.
In a vision of blue and gold, Constance walked into the ballroom. She had planned perfectly. Not as extravagant as a season ball or a court event but there would be enough of the nobility around undoubtedly that it would be worthwhile and Constance knew how to work a crowd. She was stunning and sparkling, her red hair pulled up and cascading down her back, laced with pearls and crystals that matched her dress.
She looked around and saw many a familiar face including Slater and Harry. That would be interesting. And she smiled when she saw Nell as well, looking particularly beatiful as well. She would try and speak to him later if the opportunity presented itself.
Constance tried not to roll her eyes when she saw the guest of honour. She wouldn't insult Lord Hurst in such a way but she didn't have to be happy about it either. She did notice there were a number of people she merely recognised, and some not at all. It was a party yes, but Constance always looked for opportunities for business as well.