who: @prinxesssophia where: austen's social club
The club is noisy; a different sort of noise than the one she's the most used to. Her family's estate had always been rather boisterous, and a country ball was often far livelier than anything else in the known world, but this...there is a sort of buzzing to the air, an anticipated excitement that Charlotte didn't expect from a simple tea party. Maybe it is simply that all the women are filled with the excitement of the Season. She doesn't quite know.
She'd been excited to receive the invitation, desperate for company and thrilled at the novelty of it all, but now she feels rather out of place. The tea is weaker than she's used to. The food is sweeter than she prefers. And she feels rather like an actor in a play, pretending to be the same sort of lady as the rest of them. Her fingers drum on the table impatiently, nervous energy overflowing into her movements, until she remembers herself and quickly folds her hands in her lap. 'A lady does not fidget.' Her mother's voice is stern in her head.
Charlotte lets her eyes drift, taking in the rest of the women in the room, all of whom seem, to her eyes, far more at ease than she does. She leans slightly to her right, angling her body towards the young woman closest to her, who looks to be about her age. "I adore your ribbons," she says, her words lifting at the edges, a sort of hopeful note to her voice that makes it sound more like a question than a statement.