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i don't quite know what to say ╚══ ஓ ๑ ♡ ๑ ஓ ══╝
"𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖡𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖬𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱!" alaric questions lady blackburn. "surely you are not."
"this is not up for discussion alaric." fiona takes a sip of her tea. the two sit across from each other on the blackburn drawing room.
"your father and i have already accepted the invitation. it would impolite to cancel now." fiona tells her son.
"mother, you know it falls on the same weekend i invited the sharma's to glasgow, per aunt gertrude's request."
fiona nods, "i shall go to aubrey hall with your sister and your father with acompany you along with the rest of your siblings."
"my plans were set first." alaric argues. "i need you there, what if i wish to propose to miss edwina?"
"i will not give you my mother's betrothal ring until you have proved to me that you are in love." fiona says, taking another sip.
alaric scoffs, "this is ludicrous—does colette even know? i doubt she'll want to go in the first place."
"she shall be happy with the plan." fiona stands. "dinner is ready, i will tell everyone what will happen this weekend."
alaric nods, walking downstairs into the large dining room where the rest of the family is already sat.
earl blackburn sits at the head of the table and alaric in the other. the twins sit beside each other with fiona as well, closer to her husband. colette and fabian on the other side.
the table is silent, it's very obvious that there's something going on.
thankfully the most talkative—imogen did not seem to notice. "so sister," she looks at colette. "when is the next ball? mama may i please go to the next ball? the modiste has made me a beautiful sage dress and—"
she's cut off by irvin elbowing her, "do you ever stop talking?" imogen elbows him back.
"enough!" preston says, sternly. "this is the dinner table, there is no room for any childish antics."
