Farren realized as she was standing in front of him, his attention wholly on her, as the social butterflies of London flitted around their perimeter that she was actually very glad to have him here. Her Grandmother In-Law was not a good omen of how things would go for them. The old bat was too old to remember her manners and too wrapped up in her as a financial investment to care about being courteous. But she was likely just voicing the opinions and questions that would be whispered behind fans all evening and over water coolers tomorrow once the papers came out. People loved to gossip. Life was peaceful in the wizarding world for the most part and falsely salacious news and gossip did well to keep everyone occupied. It was something she'd grown used to but something he surely was not familiar with. Standing up to Mrs. Rosier without flinching was a good start.
The mischievous glint in his eye was another good indication. If she was going to shock them all by bringing a date for the first time ever they'd better damn well have fun making jaws drop. "Mmmm, you have a lot of work to do if we're going to truly ruffle tail feathers," she responded with a hint of a smirk. "Though a waltz would be a perfectly respectable way to open the evening." She picked up the dance card hanging from her wrist checking the order of proceedings. "After this polka," she confirmed smirking.
"Farren!" Oh dear. Another intruder. This was how it went of course, she could hardly enjoy a moment's peace in public. Though this voice was familiar and she turned her gaze away from Declan slowly but without look bothered.
"Charlotte!" she echoed back at the woman approaching her. Strawberry blonde curls piled ontop of her head Charlotte Yaxley was still young enough to be considered beautiful despite being the mother of two girls already in school. Farren embraced her friend and for a moment the women cooed happily over each others gowns. "Declan, this is my friend, Mrs. Charlotte Yaxley," she said turning to again face Declan and include him in the gaggle, "Charlotte, this is my good friend Mr. Declan O'Dwyer."
Charlotte offered a low, casual curtsy in greeting out of formality, "Mr. O'Dwyer, pleased to meet you officially, though I was at your shop the same as Farren the other week. You were so busy I didn't want to force a meeting." There was a subtle suggestion that Charlotte knew what had happened when he and Farren disappeared for nearly an hour at his grand opening. Unlike Mrs. Rosier though Charlotte was not one to act out in public or put her friends in awkward positions. "We all loved it, so clever," she said of the shop her smile wide.
Farren pursed her lips smirking her eyes darting up to Declan. Was she not supposed to tell her friend about that evening? Surely it was OK? He was here now either way. For a moment she wondered if he would judge her for being friends with Mrs. Yaxley. Her husband was decades her senior and their marriage famously rushed with the appearance of twin girls shockingly soon after. Charlotte hailed from an upper middle class pureblood family, her marriage and daughters launching her into the upper echelons of society at the young age of 21. To more conservative types she was uncouth, her marriage little more than a scandal, but Farren had always been fond of her. Introductions made the ladies exchanged a few brief words about the splendor of the ball and the welfare of Charlotte's daughters before she politely excused herself, the red head's eyes daring to dart suggestively between the couple before politely dismissing herself.
The orchestra had finished the polka and couples were drifting from the floor. "I think the only place we won't be interrupted constantly is the dance floor," she quipped offering him her arm. As they moved out to the dance floor she could feel eyes on them. A fiddle player in the orchestra tuned his violin signaling to the crowd they were going to start soon. Around them couples assembled. It was surprisingly nerve wracking standing here on the dance floor with him, the eyes of London upon them. She'd done this a million times with Pyxis and other men of society but this was different. This dance would be their first dance together and the first time as adults they'd been so physically close. Somehow it made her nervous. Thankfully the order of operations was drilled into her so deeply she was sure she could waltz in her sleep. The gentleman bowed, the lady curtsyed, the lady would step forward towards the gentleman and he would take her hand, their hands against eachother's backs. Step, step, step, turn. On and on.
As the music started her eyes were set on his. She smiled as she performed her curtsy and stepped forward towards him waiting for him to take the lead.