Open | Library Ball
Clare had entered with Dorian, as planned. After a confusing, and slightly frustrating flirtatious moment her Phantom had flitted away to gods knew where. She knew their entrance and exchanged hadn't gone unnoticed, and part of her felt a little guilty for not warning her sisters that she would be coming with a date, of sorts, but Clare had always been a bit impulsive, and who could pass up a chance for the fun Dorian provided?
As he finally released her she spun to stare at him ready with a retort abut how cocky he seemed to be--she had after all spent her whole life back home putting upstart suitors in their place what made him think he was any different. But, instead she could only stare at his cloak as it swirled away in a very phantom fashion. "Damn him!" She murmured in frustration and confusion, then turned to see someone standing behind her.