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Viola was a spoilt girl, she was used to getting what she wanted, and often would play with people's emotions, just for entertainment. This night is but one simple example of such. The spring ball had come early in the Capital, it was an affair of the debutante season, which Viola wasn't a part of, in fact she was considered something of a spinster. The brown haired beauty wasn't forced to marry like her 'friends' due to having her father wrapped around her finger. Nonetheless she was never one to turn down a party, not when there was wine to be had.
As the Duke's Carriage pulled up to the Royal Palace' Grand Entrance, Viola's manservant had gotten down, opening her door for her, setting down a stepping stool. He observed the girl with lust as she exited the carriage. She wore a blue short sleeved gown with a Dalmatian collar and a flowing pearl necklace that complimented her bosom exceptionally. Her hands gloved in white lace. She was very skinny, and only of average height.
Her thick hair concealed with her hair chains and a diamond hair pin that held her hair into a ponytail, hanging just above her lower back. And that face. She bore the same sun kissed resemblance of her father, the Duke, while having her mothers pale blue eyes. She was certainly more beautiful than the old man. Viola paid no attention to her manservant, simply walking to the palace doors as the servants opened the grand double doors for her, she entered to see her cousin by law Marie handing out floral corsage to the gentlemen who arrived.
Poor girl, She thought. Marie's husband was run out of the kingdom at a young age for corruption and theft. "Serves the bitch right." She thought with jealousy as she watched her give the young Count a corsage, explaining enthusiastically what it was for. Viola rolled her eyes.
Marie was a lackey for the Royal Family, she hated them all, she always saw herself and her family superior.
"When you see a young debutante you like, you give her this corsage." Marie finished, only for Viola to walk forward with her content smile on as she tapped the young count on the shoulder. The count turned to her, she bothered with no word, she only turned her hand, as if expecting to receive the corsage. She was never one to waste time.
The young count looked to her with a polite smile as he handed her the corsage. "I suppose my gentlemanly duty is done then." He stated politely. Marie was too busy with the next man to object.
"I do love a man who knows how to do what he's told. I should be most pleased to see you later in the evening." Viola said politely with a smile of victory as she strode down the hall, pinning the corsage around her wrist as she headed to the ballroom.

She noted it was flower themed, she didn't recall the ball being themed, however when she heard of it the night before she was plenty intoxicated. "Drats" The young lady mumbled to herself as she scanned the floor looking for worthy dance partners. She noted the redheaded Viscount Henry. He interested her somewhat, though he was quite old, she liked the unique, dare she say, handsome look of his mustache