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[indent]“Oh,” her lips opened like rose buds as she imagined the conversation in her memory, just moments after having it take place. Lady Alyssana was departing for a brief amount of time. Her right hand drew upwards. The perfumed glove touched the air close to her chin, motioning either a tiny farewell or an indication of a question. It did not matter what it meant, truly, for Lady Alyssana had already stepped aside after politely taking her exit. The young woman looked around willfully. She would have been more exasperated had she not been under such one of Lord Finnegan's stupors. The dangling, white beads on her mask shifted over her nymph, blushed cheeks. She did not see her lord anywhere, and it dawned on the poor creature that more guests had taken their places inside the library.

	[color=palevioletred][i]“She is not far, Lady Alyssana, just a bit away.”[/i][/color]

Evelyn smiled politely towards Lady Alyssana and the young child's direction. It was thought that the conversation must be something so important she would not be able to hear it. Such a notable thing seemed like a treasure to her, even if it made her feel more childlike than usual. Finnegan seemed to nurture this part of her. Her appearance indicated that she was now admiring Lottie, the most peppiest thing she had seen all night, and without much thought, the mademoiselle smiled, again, with kissed lips, “Your outfit is truly, very lovely,” her voice spoke more melancholy than she was expecting it to sound and forced a shy smile of repentance in some conversation form of recovery.  Her heart was skipping like a little rabbit's thumping foot, and yet for the life of her, she could not muster up any energy to be of any excitement beyond the calm exterior that was keeping her quite subdued. She wished for Lord Finnegan to come take up her arm, once again.[/indent]