Birthday Blessings

[Guest]

Party hosted by the Turnbulls in connection to this letter THERE IS NO POSTING ORDER.13th of April 1882.A red haired woman leaned against the balcony next to the stairs which overlooked her garden. The spring noon day sun shone brightly over the pavillion where ladies reclined out of the sun sipping pale coloured drinks with men and escorts to accompany them. Her brown eyes looked further afield to the blooming flowers and the suspiciously navy pants leg that poked out of the bottom of a jasmine bush. Her wayward son had taken after her far too much and obviously escaped the watchful eye of his nursemaid. Felicia made a mental note to begin inquiring towards the purpose of a governess. It was time afterall, and maybe she could hire a young governess to serve the dual purpose as a companion for Euphemia. She turned her attention elseways. She could see people mingling in her garden, around the tables and good tables, around her plants and near the games of lawn bowls, croquette and lawn tennis. She smiled when she noticed the birthday children dressed in matching sailor outfits which Fergus had already gotten dirty under the jasmine bush. Flora had already lost the bow that her nurse had combed into her hair and Felicia was slightly glad that the little girl's outfit involved a dress rather than pants which her brother favoured. Nobody would've been able to tell them apart else wise. They sat near the other children but apart someways. Felicia's eyes narrowed as Faunus whispered something into Flora's ear in a language that they'd seemed to have made up between themselves. Flora giggled and Felicia comforted herself that they were only three. How much mischief could a pair of three year olds get up to? She knew that answer. She was their mother after all. tag: here | outfit: here | notes: heremade by Emily exclusively for Charming

  

[Euphemia Turnbull]

• It was her obligation to show up to her half-sibling's birthday party, but Euphemia Turnbull knew of other things she'd rather do. Euphemia felt quite solitary in her confinement of her father's house. She knew that her stuttering problem was often a sore spot to admit, but surely he could have found her a husband by now. She had done herself up somewhat, but not enough to take the attention away from her half-siblings. She wore a light blue walking dress with her hair pulled up in a day bun with a sapphire hairpin placed in carefully. She looked into the mirror that was in her bedroom. Her light green eyes stared right back at her pale skin and dark brown hair. Effie thought she looked pretty, but she would never tell anyone her secret thoughts. She never wrote it down in her diary, either.

  
  

  As she examined herself, she hoped that the attention would still be on the twins and no one would really talk to her. Effie looked at her bun and thought the hairpin was over the top and gently took it out. A formal occasion would probably be more suited to wear the hairpin. Oh how she loved it though. She looked fondly at the hairpin as she placed it inside the jewelry box. It was of Russian crafting and featured an ornate design. She ran a finger over the designs before closing the box. Effie looked back up at her reflection and gave it a weak smile. Exiting the room, she headed to where the party was taking place and watched the guests from the entrance to the garden. Mingling with others was not her forte. The lawn games seemed to be the usual, as did the people mixed into the fine garden. Euphemia wished that one day she could have a garden as beautiful as the one with her father and step-mother.

  
  

  With all the strangers in the garden, Euphemia contemplated running away from the situation. There would be no actual running, but maybe sitting in a room that overlooked all the happy people in the garden would suffice. Effie realized that it was rude of her to continue standing in the doorway to the garden, and she very carefully exited the house and headed into the garden, meeting up with one of the older ladies that worked for her step-mother. Taking full advantage of the situation, she asked the lady in her stutter to accompany her into the garden. She saw the twins, and smiled to herself. They looked so adorable. She moved to a table that was set up under an umbrella to block the sun's rays. Effie looked out on the guests, but she was truly wondering where her father and step-mother were. They were not in the garden socializing with the masses. Euphemia waited quietly in the garden. Hopefully not a single person would come and socialize with her. She would hate to be a further embarrassment to her father.

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