[She misses her uniform, simple and straightforward and neat. This gown feels like equal parts a lie and a prison, and as much as she knows it really is necessary, she desperately wishes she could be wearing just about anything else.
She never was particularly good at playing the part. She invariably found herself bored, and inattentive, and more far interested in whatever Jayce was getting up to - or a pretty serving girl - than the guests her parents expected her to help entertain. But here and now, the Kiramman name doesn't mean anything, so she needs to convince everyone that she is the thing she rather wishes she weren't: a high society lady.]
Yes. I know.
[She sighs miserably, grateful, at least, for the grounding touch of Vanessa's hand on hers.
Now. How to play the part, exactly?
And with that, she finds herself asking a question she never thought she would. What would her mother do?]
We should look for the Master of Commerce. To greet him personally. And ask about. [She hurriedly thinks up something her mother would ask about.] Trade considerations.
no subject
She never was particularly good at playing the part. She invariably found herself bored, and inattentive, and more far interested in whatever Jayce was getting up to - or a pretty serving girl - than the guests her parents expected her to help entertain. But here and now, the Kiramman name doesn't mean anything, so she needs to convince everyone that she is the thing she rather wishes she weren't: a high society lady.]
Yes. I know.
[She sighs miserably, grateful, at least, for the grounding touch of Vanessa's hand on hers.
Now. How to play the part, exactly?
And with that, she finds herself asking a question she never thought she would. What would her mother do?]
We should look for the Master of Commerce. To greet him personally. And ask about. [She hurriedly thinks up something her mother would ask about.] Trade considerations.