A Trip to the Opera

[modern_morpheus]

Typist: Since, you know, he's only been promising to take her since August, or something like that...to be carried on at the typist's convenience.

*Seward is as dressed up as he ever gets, and actually looks like he may have run a comb through his hair, and possibly slept sometime in the past few days. Still, he fidgets nervously with his tie,

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[ladywotton]

*Victoria smiles as she steps from her carriage-- it's not raining, but she prefers not to travel on foot. Her dress is long and looks new, though perhaps it's simply an old dress that she hasn't had a chance to wear in a while, one that has not yet fallen out of style. When she sees Seward, she touches her hair (it's curled tonight, so that it falls in ringlets at her neck), touches her collar, her cuffs, more a nervous habit than anything else.*

[modern_morpheus]

*Seward quickly tucks away his handkerchief, despite it still being tied in a knot, and goes to greet her with a kiss on the hand*

Victoria, you look absolutely beautiful. I'll have to keep my eyes open to make sure no dashing younger man comes and steals you away. *offers his arm*

[ladywotton]

*takes his arm immediately, with a fond little laugh* Well, then you must promise not to fall asleep, mustn't you, dear? If you fall asleep, who knows who I might leave with.

[modern_morpheus]

*laughs with her* Fall asleep? Never. Not when I'm sure you've come up with all sorts of lovely things to talk about through the entire performance.