Genevieve laughed kindheartedly, "Of course you would frame someone! Your [i]Aeden[/i]!" She nodded in thanks as she stepped through the open doors. She nodded once more as he began to speak of the ball, "My father, bored of stuffy nobles? Never!" She walked up the stairs with a hand on the railing. Her skirts trailing behind her posing a risk of her tripping and falling down the steps. "The men simply cannot impress the ladies without the opportunity, Aeden. So many have tried and failed to be gallivant in my presence. I doubt I'll ever find anyone." 

She thanked him for holding the door for her and sat down on a chair in front of her wardrobe, "I am unsure at the moment. Might as well anger my father. What about sexy. Do I have anything that gives off that vibe? Shows off a little to much skin maybe?" She was joking of course. As if she could possibly wear a dress like that. Then again it would be amusing to see her father's face go as red as an apple. When he would ask her why she was wearing such a garment she could simply state back, "You want me to find a suitor correct? Then deal with it." Oh how she'd love to then go stand next to her lovely mother and joke about the expression of disgust on the man's face. A grin spread across Genevieve's face and she couldn't hold in a small giggle.

Oh how joyous it would be to see her father try to shield her away from every man in that ball. She could picture it then. Then when he would ask her afterwards why she hadn't talked to a man the entire night she could tell him, "But every time one of the noblemen showed an interest you ushered them away!" At that realization he'd likely burst once and for all into a fit of rage. She'd be able to sit back and just grin at the sight. She felt slightly devious for this.