#event. 037

[matildcs]

* ⋅ . ( @svrgic​​ )

          the contents of her glass were emptied quickly as if sucking down whatever form of liquid courage she could would ease the idea of their relationship becoming public knowledge. the duchess knew it would come to light, that was the plan after all with her signature on the dotted line as proof, but overthinking was a curse — she’d blame her mother for that one. “ sergi, ” she’d improved on the first name basis, “ where’d leda go? ” her eyes darted around the reception, past expensive couture and questionable heel pairings. “ if we’ve lost her already . . . ”

[effiestuart]

∗ ⋅ . ( @catherinestuart​​ )

          “ huh, ” the breathy sound was all euphemia gave to announce her presence to catherine, not much more than that was ever needed really. “ did i just see max running off? ” a reference to the  tall looming figure  that clung to the eldest stuart like a shadow before he’d vanished. a sing-song like tone to effie’s voice came about with the words, “ people might get the wrong impression. ” the younger blonde waved off the idea, “ but marital troubles are nothing new, especially with everyone here. ” a morbid thought given the event.