closed starter for @debonheurs - Las // Barnett House, The Gem Ball
Nalan stood near one of the gilded columns, watching as the spectacle unfolded before them with guests disappearing behind the ruby-red curtains, into the secluded confessional chamber, most of them clutching a folded note. This time, Nalan was not alone, instead he stood with Lasaru Bessette, one of the finest Modiste de la mesure in England. “I do not know if I had too many glasses of wine, but I still cannot fathom while people spend all day hiding their indirections only to willingly surrender them because someone draped enough velvet in the room to hide its normalcy!” When the entire population cowered in fear of Lady Whistledown and their deepest, darkest secrets getting revealed, why would one hand it over to ruby-masked individuals and what was the end to it? Unless this was a new currency from the new Earl of Orkney, Nalan Das was not impressed. Across the room, Nalan watched as Lord Arnold had pressed a sapphire ring into one of the masked confessors, whispering instructions as to who the ring would go to and Nalan nearly laughed aloud. “Do you think that gentleman has declared his love for someone who is not his husband or confessed to something far more nefarious?”