This was Venetian silk! With a pearl lining that she portkeyed in from China! Nicola gasped as she felt the tell-tale tug backward accompanied with the a loud rip that struck her ears like a tossed boiling potion. She had been waiting all month to wear this outfit, had been planning it for months, and now, in the middle of the party to have it destroyed by some belligerent nobody was simply--- unacceptable! There were important people here, potential suitors, and most importantly select others that would simply relish at the opportunity to spot a blemish in her perfectly-crafted image.
She could just hear Winnifred Llewellyn now. Darling, it looks like your house-elf missed a spot. Or are you still living without one?
Ready to shriek, but knowing perfectly well that would have to wait until out of earshot, Nicola quickly grabbed the back of her dress as she turned to face this persecutor of social grace. Purposely flipping the torn section of her dress under a couple of convenient folds, it took her a couple of moments to look up.
Her eyes widened. "Mattie?" She took her breath back, genuinely surprised at seeing her estranged sister here. Nicola's eyes crawled down to take in Mattie's outfit, and immediately her lips pursed. Here, as the staff. Her back straightened, and she swiftly began to ruffle her dress again to make sure that the rip was properly covered.
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