Piling a plate with desserts, Louisa couldn’t care less if people stared at her. She was made to come to this ball, so she figured she might as well have one glimmer of enjoyment by eating. Scanning the ballroom, she spotted her cousin Abigail, making her way over. At least she knew someone here, and wouldn’t have to hide in the corner like a ghost. Approaching her cousin, she spotted another young lady approaching. Louisa sighed softly, realizing the girl was the blind one her mother had told her about. Not that she would ever discriminate, she just didn’t feel like talking. Well, looks like she had to. Stopping in front of the girl, she made sure to make a bit of noise, so the blind girl could figure out where she was. “Hello. May I ask your name? My name is Louisa Brantley.” As she moved, her violet perfume wafted up. It was just enough to leave a pleasant smell, but not enough to assault the senses.
@Bluecookies - Bridget
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