hestia’s tea party || october `78
“Thank Merlin for a friendly face,” she smiled, smoothing out the delicate folds of her lace dress. Emma shook her head. “Everyone knows the rules of tea parties. Champagne, gossip and then afternoon tea. It’s not too much to ask,” she leaned in closer, voice lowered. “Honestly, it isn’t creating the Philosopher’s stone.”
“Not everyone, clearly.” Be it catching a waft of Emma’s perfume as she leaned in, or just her little jab at the party, Anastasia found herself smiling. "If it’s so awful, we could always sneak away,” she pointed out, there something suggestive to her hushed voice. “It’s been a while since we last did that.”