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If Ursula had known the event was hosted by a vampire she would have stayed far away as her healthy aversion to the creatures would demand, and besides not wanting to be publicly associated with such beings. However, she hadn't the slightest idea and as the whole thing was happening out of the country, she was more than a little eager to attend. As usual she was sans Phineas which never ceased to irk her as far as public appearances went, but otherwise she was quite happy to be leaving her buzzkill of a husband to his stupid school.

It was as grand as she'd hoped and she'd been asked to dance more than a few times which did much to boost her ego. After a while, however, she started to grow restless. She'd been hoping for some intrigue of some sort, a particularly stimulating encounter with some European stranger or a spectacle of some sort. Armed with a glass of wine, she slipped out of the main ballroom and into the gardens for fresh air and a change of scenary. There weren't many others outside, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed by this or not.

Eventually she finished the last of her wine and discarded her empty glass on a nearby ledge. She walked on a little further and found a rather picturesque courtyard tucked away and seemingly empty. As she stepped through the archway into the courtyard, she found herself wondering whether it might be time to give Rigel Hall a little update. All thoughts of home renovations were put to one side, however, as she realized the courtyard wasn't empty after all. She stopped to linger in the entryway. A tall dark haired gentleman - and one could also say mysterious seeing as she presently had no clue who he was - had his back to her and wasn't turning around. Now she found herself with a choice to make - quietly leave or disturb him. What do you make of the gardens here?

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Dress & Mask | Tag: Alastair Rosier | Notes: