<strong>Who:</strong>Lady Constance Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Her own private sitting room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Anyone?<br/><br/>Connie had excused herself from the Library, the guests mingling and chatting with each other as dinner was prepared.  She was feeling dizzy with hunger and needed a few minutes to herself.<br/><br/>Her private sitting room was upstairs, a small but elaborately decorated room.  There was an oak chest with carvings.  A chaise lounge and a low table with a crystal decanter of fine red wine.  Pouring herself a glass she sipped the full bodied wine, rolling the liquid on her tongue.  She hoped Belle would accept the events planned for her.  Not only for the weekend but for her future.  She was of marrying age, that would be something they would have to face soon.<br/><br/>Willow and Miku were also both getting to that age, marriage would be sought for all the girls.  The two Henshaw boys, although they were both now men, would be able to find their own brides, if they ever wanted too.  neither had shown any interest in serious relationships.<br/><br/>Standing by the window Connie looked out over the dark enshrouded grounds.  The guests had now all arrived, the house rang with laughter and chatter.  She was pleased to offer her house to those who enjoyed the parties.  She herself would, but for now she needed some silence and a chance to gather her thoughts and compose her equilibrium before returning to join the other guests.<br/>