Escape
Wealthy
Wealthy
Pepper
The soiree was in full flower by the time Autumn arrived, the carriage pulling up to the columned facade of The Barrens with the clacking of iron wheels on cobblestone. A footman quietly extended the horseless carriage's built-in step and helped her to the ground; she paused to take in the estate's facade, festooned with bunting and bouquets in a rare display of cheer. Two or three other ladies and gentlemen made their way inside before she followed, not bothering to wait for the steward to announce her presence as she skirted the others in line, glancing around for her betrothed. She found her sister first, clinging to the arm of a gentleman as wealthy as he was bored, stopping to greet them both before asking if either had seen the scion of the house. Neither had, and she politely took her leave before a frown made its escape from her limited range of publicly suitable expressions. A familiar shadow suddenly caught her attention and she pursued it, even as the object of her affection stole a shaker of pepper from a servant's tray, inhaling a little and hoping the resulting sneezing fit would be enough to feign illness...
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