Chapter 318 - Crowley Hall (2/2)
With pleasantries now over with Mrs. Crowley eyes, the petite, lovely daughter of the Topsys. ”I must give my belated congratulations on the successful marriage contract between your daughter and Vespucci's. I can easily see why the Vespucci's wanted her,” Mrs. Crowley muttered.
Mrs. Topsy beams with pride and joy at the compliment. ”I know,” Mrs. Topsy gleefully answered. ”My Tiffany is quite the beauty, but not as lovely as Bethanie here. Still, the Vespucci's wanted a daughter of the sacred twenty-eight families, and I was a Selwyn, before I married, my dearest husband.”
Lysithea's lips twitch in annoyance at Mrs. Topsy's words. It was a constant source of irritation to her that she herself was not a member of the sacred twenty-eight families, but that her husband and children were. Not that she and her husband would have ever accepted the Vespucci's suit as they were Italian's, but still, she hated to be passed by someone who she considered beneath herself.
Lysithea smoothly interrupts, ”Well, I am so glad that is the case, my dear. However, I must ask with the ongoing interest in the Prince family, what else is new?”
Mrs. Topsy doesn't even pause as she smoothly answers, ”Well, in that regard, Tiffany and the Prince children are rather good friends. Why even Bethanie is on fairly good terms with the Prince children, or at least that is what Tiffany has told me.”
Though it was an unspoken statement and common knowledge that the Prince children had yet to officially debut into wizarding society. But it was only a matter of time really, and allowances had to be made taken into consideration the proper mourning period of Sirsa Prince. However, it was sure to be a most grand even when it did occur.
Lysithea's eyes flash with annoyance as she snaps her fan open in front of her face to hide the irritated expression on her face. ”Pardon me, I am a tad flushed.”
Bogdan ignores his wife and instead asks, ”Is that true? I was under impression that everyone is on friendly terms with the Prince children.”
Mrs. Topsy chuckles and makes a dismissive motion with her hand. ”Nonsense. Why my Tiffany including your daughter, and Flint's daughter are all in the same dorm. And from what Tiffany has told me, the four girls get along rather well.”
Lysithea's fan hand is drawn closer to her face to hide her expression. Mrs. Topsy lips twitch slightly in a smirk. She knew exactly what Mrs. Fawley had been trying to do all along. Just because she was a jovial natured woman did not mean she was a fool. She'd been born a Selwyn, after all.
Mr. Topsy at seeing his wife's cat-like expression upon having spotted something of interest, swiftly says, ”Excuse us, Crowley, but we are expected within.”
Mr. Topsy firmly tugs his wife's hand along as Mrs. Topsy flashes Lysithea a final bright smile, before darting into the ballroom. Tiffany with no shame whatsoever drags Bethanie and Esmond right after as she follows her parents. Not that Bethanie nor Esmond protested much as Spurgeon quickly made his escape by keeping close to them.
Seeing the Topsy's join the crowd, Mr. Crowley says, ”Then let us join them as well, wife.” Mrs. Crowley takes her cue and takes her husband's arm as the two of them enter the ballroom followed by their daughter, and then by the Fawley couple.