24th July, 1890 — Devine Estate, Galleon Gala for GLEE

Ambrosia sipped her drink and half-listened to the chatter amongst her group, feeling about as content in public as Ambrosia ever did. The girl had been launched on society with less pomp than she had feared, her husband had overindulged in brandy last night, giving her a fine excuse to enjoy herself without him, and none of the children had disgraced themselves during the school year.

For once things were going as Ambrosia would have liked and even if things were not perfect - Liliana had, after all, not been struck by lightening yet - they were at least acceptable. Even this evening's charity was one that Ambrosia wholeheartedly supported and it was for that reason, and that reason alone, she had not immediately thrown away her dance card when it had magically acquired the name of not just her two brothers-in-law but a third gentleman she had certainly not prearranged a dance with.

And, of course, it was that time already.

"Excuse me ladies," she said, finishing her drink before elegantly sweeping across the dance floor towards the gentleman who looked slightly more perturbed by her approach than Ambrosia had anticipated.

"I believe the next dance is yours Mr Prewett."

---

The following 2 users Like Ambrosia Selwyn's post:2 users Like Ambrosia Selwyn's post
   Fitzroy Prewett, Ophelia Devine