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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 7:25 pm
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Claude brought the carriage around, the drive into the city was uneventful. But when they got closer the home of Viscount Druitt, the traffic became slower as a few guests arrived at the same time. Not only the young children, but quite a few parents came along as well, probably curious about the exiled Spanish noble lady.
The ball room had been decorated in brightly colored ribbons and drapery. the room was split into two areas, one for eating and dining on the buffet which was entirely made up of sweets and desserts, and an area for dancing. "My Lady, shouldn't you go greet the guests?" The red-haired woman was dressed in a soft yellow dress trimmed with black lace It contrasted well with her ruby-red hair which was put up in a cascade of waves and curls. Again, She was picking at the various sweets at the buffet table. Her plate had no less then two different kinds of cake chocolate and candy. She turned around to speak to her butler "I will greet them later, Sam. Why don't you go see to the latest guests? There, The boy in blue walking in with two men." She pointed across the room, the party wasn't in full swing just yet, the guests where milling about but she could see the door from her position at the buffet-tables. Sam sighed. "Very well my Lady." He went to go extend welcome to the trio who just came in.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:50 pm
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Claude didn't say anything in response, Even when the blond boy suddenly put his arms around the man. Alois grinned and looked at Ciel. "Have you met the Spanish Lady yet?" He let go of Claude and lean in closer to his rival. "...If you ask me, she's just as insane as the rumors go, She's been stuffing herself with sweets since I got here." "Sirs, I bid you welcome." The four of them looked to the side where a tall man in a black suit addressed them. He looked somewhat bored with his job. He bowed cordially enough. "...on behalf of her My Lady Katarina Torquemada. Please, enjoy yourselves." Alois put his hand on his hip. "Where is Miss Isabella? As I understand it, this party is supposed to be for her." The strange duo-tone haired butler seemed to be starring right through the boy with his ice-blue eyes. Alois felt a chill. "The young miss will be joining shortly, until then feel free to help your selves to the refreshments." Claude frowned as soon as he watched the man walk away, wondering if the other demon butler caught on, he glanced to the side where Sebastian was standing, their eyes met. Perhaps so...
Katarina smiled at the gentleman who just introduced himself to her. She tilted her head to the side, charmed by his smile. "Baroness of Castailla y Leon, Katarina Torquemada......I don't remember inviting a 'Sutcliffe.' " She said.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:57 pm
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Claude looked over "Who?" Lizzy pulled back to show off her dress. "Yes, I wanted to wear this one for awhile." She twirled around, the flounces and lace flowing around her prettily as she moved.
A pair of ruby-red shoes tapped down the stairs, a pair of shoes belonging to Miss Isabella Torquemada. She was a girl perhaps 12 -13 years old, wearing a dress that was the same style as her mothers but in deep red velvet trimmed in black lace. Tall white stockings flashed under the hem of the skirt. cute lace edged gloves on her hands.The girl didn't appear to be happy, Her steel-gray eyes looked around the ball room. Unlike her mother who had ruby-red hair. The girl's hair color was auburn. a brown shade tinted with red, her skin was deeper color hinting at her Hispanic origins. A small gold cross on a fine chain was her only adornment. "Sam, Who is that man dancing with my mother?" She asked as soon as she reached ground level. The man frowned. "I do not know my lady....I don't think that he's a guest. Shall I have him thrown out?" Isabella sighed. "No, Mama will raise a fuss. It's just as well, as long as she's distracted, she won' bother anyone else."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:05 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:23 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:45 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 1:22 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 1:40 am
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