Juliana looked up, a smile slipping onto her face at the sight and voice of her long-lost cousin. Or well, maybe that was a tad dramatic--but with as little as she'd seen of Christopher recently, long-lost was certainly what he felt like. After all, she had always gotten along well with the man, and in a family like hers, anyone whom you could get along with for more than five minutes at a time was a blessing, and one to be missed when they lost contact with their kin.
She set down her champagne glass and reached out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze in 'hello.' "It's lovely to see you, darling," she told him. As Juliana's eyes scanned her cousin's face, it was evident to her that he was just as bored by this function as she was. Good. With agreeable and like-minded company, maybe the night could be salvaged after all.
As Christopher mentioned the absence of her husband, Juliana made a show of grimacing to the thought. Society could never be reminded enough of how she hated Orpheus Travers. "Ah yes, as you can see, The Boy has run off," Juliana said. She let go of his hand to wave it in the air, gesturing towards the door. "He's doing... whatever; I can't be bothered to give a shit."
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