<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6906011#msg6906011">Quote from: GaGa88 on 11-09-2012, 03:30:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lady Greymore<br/>Henshaw Estate<br/>with Lord Greymore<br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Vivienne wasn't privy to her husband's thoughts and didn't know if she'd like to be, but hosting a party of their own did sound like fun. She laughed a little when he made the comment about this being their summer cottage. <br/><br/>She took his hand and stepped down out of the carriage, it was good to be out of the carriage. They had been chauffeured around in one back home, but Vivienne had always liked to walk or ride a horse. She was often berated by her mother about that, apparently it was unladylike. "Hosting one of these of our own sounds like a splendid idea." She was excited and, to be honest, slightly nervous about meeting these people. Vivienne might have been raised in an extravagant lifestyle, but she was still only 19 years old and sometimes made mistakes. <br/><br/>She kept hold of her husband's hand as they made their way inside of the Henshaw's mansion and let her eyes dart around subtly. Vivienne had heard that Lord and Lady Henshaw's marriage had been an arranged one, too, so maybe she could ask Lady Henshaw about how they made it work because she wasn't terribly confident in her abilities.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lord Greymore<br/>Henshaw Estate<br/>With Lady Greymore and Elizabeth Greymore and others<br/><hr/><br/>Greymore watched as his wife's eyes darted around the opulence of the room. He had to admit that they Henshaw's had exquisite tastes. "It's quite lovely, isn't it my dear?" He said lightly as the couple before them were greeted.<br/><br/>"You know Elizabeth." He said just as softly finely seeming to even notice his dear sister. She had remained so quiet the trip over, that one would barely know she was even there. "I do believe that Mother and Father met at a function much like this one--I never understood what she meant, as I was much younger than I am now, but I remember her speaking to Aunt Victoria about how Father stuck it to her good and numerous times." He thought reflectively as his eyes fell to the daughters of the Henshaw's, each lovely in their own rights, though the fire-haired one struck his fancy so fast he almost forgot he was married and was to be a gentleman. Clearly his father's name and memory would dictate that he mustn't be his normal flirtatious self.