July 27th, 1895 — Coming out of Madamoiselle Violetta DeCroix; Ball; London

Being at an age where he was not yet branded a bachelor, Aristide tended to pick and choose which events he went to. Unless Adrienne requested he go to one, that is. But he had decided to accept the invitation to this coming out. Not because he knew the girl (he did not) or anything but simply because she was French. He missed France sometimes, even now and while he could technically jet off and visit it, it would not feel right to do so without his twin. Who was a mother now so could hardly traipse off because her twin sometimes got homesick.

There was French violin music playing which made him feel at ease. He took a moment to admire some of the flowers, taking in their scent. They were lovely. Hopefully the rest of the evening would continue to fall into the same lovely vein.

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italics means Aristide is speaking French

set by MJ!

François moved through the very French party in his very French suit chatting to people, to faces he may know, to face he assumed the DeCroixs new. He did have a mind to look at for handsome young men in their early twenties. Given the rumours had now subsided he doubted the man in question would actually decide to show up, but Dupont had no idea what he looked like, there was always that nagging doubt.

As he nursed his wine he spotted a man who might fit the bill, but mostly he looked without company. "Bonjour, lovely evening to you. Have you had a dance yet?" he asked in his very French accent to the younger man.

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Aristide Selwyn