<div style="text-align: justify;">Alina sighed in relief when her husband didn't complain about the food. She was used to all kinds of things from him, and whenever he left her alone, she felt relieved. Once the man wandered off the table, the woman started cleaning and tidying up. She had always made a point of keeping everything in order and clean, even if living in a really tiny house. Another point she made was to keep the children at least decently dressed. As money was short, she would buy the cheapest possible fabric and sew from it for all three of them. At least they had clean and somewhat nice clothes, as she was a very talented seamstress. Of course, she dreamed of being able to dress her girls better. But for now, that was the best she could do and they would have to be content.<br/><br/>Once her husband returned, she led him to bed, shaking her head. She should know that it would do no good to feed him while he was so drunk. "Go to sleep", the woman murmured softly before doing the same. She was so tired, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep, concerns and all.<br/><br/>Back at the McAllister's home, Irina took notes of the few people she had yet to write to and then talked about other plans for the gathering. It would be a grand event, the ballroom and gardens would be packed with only the finest of the finest. Deep down inside Irina hoped to meet someone in that gathering. She tried not to get her hopes up, though, as there would be a million other girls there, and probably they would hound every unmarried man present and none would be left for her.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Irina excused herself and went into the library, writing the last few letters and giving them to the footman to be taken around in the morning.<br/><br/>OOC: Sure, we can skip. Sorry, hadn't seen it.</div>