(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br/><br/>Nobles and servants flitted about their respective duties. Gradually the house came alive with light, and the beginnings of heat. Servants began to cook a fine supper, and as the carriages were unloaded and vacated, they were drawn into the large carriage house. People began to filter into Avonleigh, away from the dark of night.<br/><br/>Bella clung close to Lilian, and giggled at the interchange between spoiled brat and bewildered elf. She thoroughly adored Lilian, and she was bought and paid for as far as friends go; nevertheless she found Lily incredibly cute at times...especially times like these. "Lily, we should choose rooms that are close...and maybe lodge Sylria nearby as well. The three of us could spend some time looking into the library here; I'm sure we can find proof that our new friend is indeed a Montague."<br/><br/>Ivy giggled as she pulled Ashley behind her, following Imogene towards the house. "She's such a cute little thing, isn't she?" Ivy seemed quite flushed. "Almost like a little sister. Maybe we should let her visit us one night...you know, stay up late with the girls?"<br/><br/>Others moved about as well. Estelle slipped from her carriage finally, and walked into Avonleigh on Frederick's arm; the pair made an immediate left, into the front parlor. Meanwhile, Antoinette and Kolette were still in their carriage, lips to lips. The two had been rather flirtatious with each other throughout the entire day, and the moment they had a smidgen of privacy, they were pawing at each other lewdly. Servants milled about, still carrying things inside, and the horses were set out to graze on the grass lawn of the estate.<br/><br/>They were here, finally, and it looked as if Lilian's party would turn out all right after all. A week in the country. What could possibly go wrong?<br/><br/>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)