<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwlyeul27T1qlbwj1o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downstairs<br/><strong>With:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Belle was excited. This was the first "weekend" that she'd been allowed to participate in, and she honestly didn't know what would come of it. Her parents were well-known for their parties, but she was new to this whole scene. At 20, she was quite old to be unmarried, but she focused more on her books and education than finding a husband.<br/><br/>She dressed in a blue gown (http://www.victoriana.com/victoriandress/images/1867_1.JPG) that hid a pale peach corset. Her red curls were up in a half-updo, with many crimson tendrils escaping and framing her pale face. As she descended the stairs from her room, she held a book in one hand. Smiling at the staff she saw gathered, she heard a noise from her father's study. Heading that way, she entered and smiled at her parents.<br/><br/><strong>"Mother...Father. Is there anything I can do to help prepare? I'm not really sure what my role will be this evening."</strong><br/><br/>It was obvious she was both excited and nervous.