<strong>Who:</strong>Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>First Floor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw, OPEN<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Greeting guests.<br/><hr/><br/>She frowned. That was an odd way to phrase things.<em>You will be a good girl this weekend...regret having you stay...very hospitable to my guests...</em>She'd never heard him talk that way, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She knew that these weekends had more...unorthodox...pursuits, but she didn't know the details, and now her heart raced. What had she gotten herself into? Swallowing, she smiled uneasily at him, but as they walked toward where the guests were coming in, she whispered quietly.<br/><br/>"Hospitable? What do you mean? Father...what exactly will be expected of me this weekend?"