Angel's gown was a masterpiece, as all her gowns had always been, though this one was unique in its precise shade of blue, which matched her eyes as well as the glittering gems her father had presented her with for her last birthday. She thought she oughtn't to have bothered looking stunning, however, as she surveyed the crowd her relatives found amusing. A few dashing men, a few lovely ladies but so many who looked out of their element... courtesans were one thing, but there seemed to be an awfully large number of plebs. It was practically a country ball, she reflected as she flicked open her fan. Oh but she had enjoyed telling several of the other young ladies the whole sordid thing about the Laurents and poor dear Patience- whatever might they do to rescue her from such company? The memory of their jaws falling open like that put a smile on Angel's face.