When: 14th August, 1979 Where: Selwyn Residence Who: Open
The Selwyn estate was decked out in gold, the champagne was flowing, and there was the highest quality of food stretched across multiple tables. If their wedding had been anything to go by, Rosalind didn’t half-arse any kind of event. Her birthday was no exception.
The air was warm, as the sun set over the French country side, and for the first time in weeks Rosalind was feeling peaceful. A part of her knew it would be short lived, but for now, she was going to embrace it. She offered a smile to the person approaching her. Of course, there were people here that she wished weren’t. Gilbert, for one. His associates. Her mother. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to play the part to anyone who approached her. “I hope you’ve managed to try some of the food. We brought in the finest caterer in Paris.”

















