[Blitzkrieg]

Despite the circumstance, Chantal was always the sort of woman to dress her best. The femme wouldn’t dare to leave the house in a lesser state and risk her reputation. Only those who cared not for themselves, were careless all together, or just plain slobs would dare to present themselves in public in any sort of a compromising state. This young woman was none of those, and all too sure to keep up her status in such a way. Though the fair lady was quite the rebellious type, she did have certain standards for herself, would never want to humiliate her father and their family name. As such, despite refusing the hands of a good few men who had proposed to her themselves, going off on her own into town, and speaking her mind all too openly, she did always present herself well and act as lady like as she could bare for her Father’s sake and to set a good enough example for her younger sister Paulette.

The gown she wore while awaiting Nicolas’ company was tailored specifically to her measurements, as were all others in her closet. Her father had seen to it that she be presented with only the finest he could offer after all, and the effort shone through in the none too flashy garment that complimented her every curve, the bodice topped with pure white lace that also traced the hem of the skirt, reaching just above her fair ankles. She stood with perfect posture, glancing here and there about the lobby to admire the various paintings and the fine marble statues that stood upon either side of the room looking down upon all those who entered.

Only upon hearing footsteps did she pull her thoughts back, turning to see Nicolas approaching. In an instant, her eyes softened, entire countenance taking on a more approachable appearance at the sight of the familiar male. Her usual guard dropped only for him as of late, but her soft spot for her foster brother had never seemed to change no matter how stubborn she became.

Gloved hands were pulled into his own, and she couldn’t help but to smile at the kisses of greeting. “I’ve missed you Nicolas.” she spoke in a light tone, blinking then at the mention of him having something for her. Taking the lavender carefully between her hands then, she gave a brief, bright smile. “You still remember my favorite. I am glad to see you haven’t yet pushed aside your sister.” she teased.

“Ah, father is as well as can be expected in his old age now with two still unwed daughters.” Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Chantal gave a light huff then. “What a troublesome man he is, really. I’m sure Paulette will find herself a fine suitor soon, the sweet young thing she is.”

Reaching her free hand up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the femme perked up a bit. “Oh? The food at events of that sort is always so divine.” Licking her lips, she took a moment to imagine just what they might serve. If there was one thing Chantal could appreciate, it was food. Some found her appetite unbecoming and unladylike, but that still hadn’t stopped her yet.

Giving a light cough and composing herself once more, she glanced to Nicolas. “Besides, it’s really no good if you’re left with those sorts of people..” she added to save face. “Would you escort me Nicolas? I would love so much to go, but you know how Father is.”