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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.

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mariehardwick
2008-08-09 05:07 pm UTC (link)

For the first time in far too long, Marie had decided to socialise. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been out to a party like this, always doing one thing or the other (usually to do with the children), but tonight, she'd felt like having fun, so she'd dressed up all nice and proper, all jewels and fine silks and a new pair of shoes, and out she'd gone.

It wasn't until she reached the party that she realised just how out of the loop she was. She didn't recognise half of these people, and those she did recognise had their own little groups of friends to chat to. She waved to one or two people, but she eventually found herself stood off to one side, still scanning the crowds. Marie was not an anti-social lady, not by any stretch, and she wanted someone to chat so, someone to bring her up to speed on it all, and so she continued to search, trying to avoid stepping on anyone's gowns. At least she'd bothered to ask what the new fashions were; it would've been horrendous if she'd arrived in something horribly out of date.

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only_daughter
2008-08-09 05:17 pm UTC (link)

Patience wasn’t sure who the woman was exactly. She knew of her, yes. Her husband was a jeweller by trade but she couldn’t think of that as a reason to invite them but then there seemed to be an awful lot of merchants and traders here tonight. They must be Mr. Petrov’s friends, she decided. He obviously had a lot to do with local trade.

She crossed the room, determined to be a good hostess – especially to a woman who could give her a discount on jewels.
“Mrs Hardwick, isn’t it?” She asked, curtsying. “I’m Lady Patience Hurst, Lord Hurst’s daughter.”

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mariehardwick
2008-08-09 05:20 pm UTC (link)

There was a moment when Marie blinked, unsure who was speaking to her, but then she saw the girl, a pretty thing, young, introducing herself. Ahhh, the daughter of the host! Marie didn't know her, but she knew of her, and she was determined to at least make friends tonight, even if she couldn't find her own. "Ahh, Miss Hurst! Yes, that's me, but you may call me Marie." She gave the girl a smile, and curtseyed gently in return.

"This is quite the party. You must congratulate your parents for holding such a splendid occasion, it appears to be going off without a hitch."

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only_daughter
2008-08-09 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Patience fixed her smile on her face, brushing her hair back.
"Marie," She said - a nice, sensible name. "If I am to call you Marie then you must call me Patience."

She nodded, glancing around the room at all the guests and how merry they all seemed. "Oh yes. Mother is quite adapt at these things and father is a wonderful host. It's only a shame mother came over ill and has had to lie down. She would so love to be involved here – gossiping and arranging who dances with whom next. I’m still surprised she hasn’t found suitable brides for my brothers with her matchmaking."

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