"MY GOODNESS, Lady Gregory. There you are." Yuki heard a woman's voice the first thing she returned to the ballroom and was almost startled. How glad this duchess was once she turned, and she saw Claire. And Nora beside her like always, of course. "Where have you been, your grace? These loyal subjects of yours were nearly dying looking for you," inquired Claire again. "We have yet to congratulate your wedding."
"Are we going to address ourselves and converse in this awkward manner, Miss Jouvessac? Because if you wish for it, I will give you and Miss Belmont my best." Yuki commented as she teased. She offered a weak smile though, clearly looking exhausted from this formal talk.
"Perhaps, we should not. My tongue is twisted as it already is, talking to other nobles with much, much complicated surnames." Claire coughed. "Where have you been, Yuki?"