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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent stood in her room, looking at herself in the mirror as she rubbed her cheek. The bluestocking had never been one to wear powder on her face, but she stood still as Abigail did her best to cover the welting red mark on her cheek. Mrs. Wyndham had lost her temper yet again when it came to Millicent and her turning away suitors she felt were unworthy of herself or her sisters. Her hand had come swift and hard against Millicent's cheek and was threatening to bruise by the time evening came. She was used to these types of hits, growing accustomed to them over the years but normally her step-mother would not risk them on a day where she was to have to be out in public. This time was different though, she had turned away a high raking peer and not just turned him away but humiliated him in the process, in front of others no less. Elizabeth had reached her tolerance point, which was always low on days of events, and struck Millicent on her right cheek without warning when she had stepped into the room. 

	"There ya are Miss Milli, can hardly tell," Abigail said quietly as she stepped back. Millicent leaned into her mirror and took a closer look. The red and discoloring were for the most part covered but there was a heavy layer of powder on her face and it seemed to accentuate the rise of skin, nearly outlining the hand print. It was better than just parading around with the so called battle scar though in Millicent's mind. Perhaps it would pass for now. Come this evening though, she could only hope that the welting went down. Then again, perhaps it was a blessing and she should let it show in its fully glory come time for the event. What man would dare bother her looking as if she was mangled. It may just by her a repast for the evening, if only for herself so she could better focus on what her sisters were getting thrown into. 

	[color=0072bc]"You have my most humble of thanks Abee, thank you,"[/color] she said before composing herself and making her way quickly down the stairs of the manor. She had at least one friend out on the lawn that she knew of and two of dear friends were out checking on what had occurred in the park. Millicent had sworn she had recognized Miss Crane and Sir Kildragon coming out of the park. Perhaps Virginia had been good enough to speak to them and they had some answers. She could only hope but hope was running out for Millicent these days as she felt the sting of her cheek as she stepped out the front door of her home. Swallowing slightly she lifted her chin and stepped off the front steps, making her way over towards the three that were standing there. 

	Millicent had been right in her thoughts, it was indeed whom she had thought she had seen. Stepping over towards the trio she waited for a moment of silence before she said anything, not wanting to interrupt the conversation. Once the time came she smiled as best she could towards them. [color=0072bc]"Miss Crane, always a pleasure to see you. Do my ears deceive me or do you have answers to the burning question that I have; what has occurred in the park to send so many fleeing?"[/color] she said with a slight tilt of the head. Her eyes darted over towards Fyror for a moment and cursed herself inwardly. She should have addressed him first before asking questions of another. 

	Turning she gave the baron a deep curtsy before rising and lifting her chin. [color=0072bc]"Please do forgive my horrendous break of manners Sir Kildragon. This day has me acting the fool. Always a pleasure to see a man such as yourself grace my presence. Would you two care to carry on the conversation within the confines of the manor? It seems there is much to discuss and I would be honored to have you both seat with Virginia and myself over tea and scones whilst we await the return of Mr. Connolly and Mr. Darcy."[/color] Her voice was kind and reserved as she spoke, motioning towards the door of her home. The outdoor light seeming to do no help in covering the mark on her cheek but only enhancing it.