Who: Lady Greymore<br/>Where: Henshaw grounds<br/>With: Henry Stuart<br/>When: Day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>"He may very well have saved me from that then." Vivienne looked at Hank and wondered if what he was saying was true. She hadn't heard much about anyone at the party.<br/><br/>"The one I am talking about is standing right next to me." She blushed more than she had earlier and looked at her feet before her eyes rose to look at Hank. "Is there something you would rather call me, Hank? Whatever makes you feel most comfortable." He had the most gorgeous eyes and it would have been easy for her to get lost in them. Vivienne wanted to run her fingers through his hair and to feel his body against her body. She was starting to get excited again and could feel herself growing damp between her legs.