Georgia's cheeky smile made him grin in return. It was a smile he saw often enough, one that charmed the receiver without even trying. "I'd argue it's only bad luck if that lady decides to take fate into her own hands," he retorted as he took a sip from his coffee. But her comment about calling off the wedding made him raise his eyebrows. It was... an unusual thing for her to say. Why would anyone presume that?
He didn't miss her attempt to change the subject either. "As you say that, I did have some strange dreams last night. Can't remember what the bloody things were about, though," he said. "It's the strangest of sensations. They weren't about you calling off the wedding, though," he added with a raised eyebrow and a grin. "Because even in my wildest of dreams I couldn't imagine why you would do that."
He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been at least a little hypnotised by Georgia the first time they'd met. She'd seemed so wonderfully glamorous, so fitting for Jameson and his life of luxury. And yet so different from the rest of the high flying women that Richard had encountered. So daring and independent and... individual. She didn't care about what anybody thought of her, and that was spell-binding.
But she was Jameson's, he had to remind himself. There was no point in thinking any further than that, because she was the reason they were here. And how excited that Jameson had seemed as he'd burst into Richard's childhood home to declare he was going to be married.
"A rather strange coincidence we both had strange dreams on the same night, wouldn't you say?" He remarked.
Elyse was lost in her own mind, wandering down the corridors, when she felt somebody collide with her. It wasn't that hard, but it was enough to startle Elyse out of her reverie. The woman was still in her nightdress, something that made Elyse raise an eyebrow. But she just gave her most flattering, charming smile.
"Don't worry about it, dear. No need to apologise quite so much!" She said, before taking the woman's hand and shaking it. "I'm Elyse. It's lovely to meet you, Flora," she added. She took another look at the woman. She was pretty, that much was immediately evident. Her hair was a mass of wonderful curls, her skin was wonderful and smooth. She was the type of person that caught Elyse's attention without even really trying. Elyse's smile widened almost subconsciously as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, and by the way. From what I've seen, this is a pretty fancy place, so it might be worth getting dressed," she said, lowering her voice. "And all that was in my wardrobe were these... period dresses? So I don't know what the story is there, but I'd be curious to see if it's the same for you," she added, swishing around the skirt of her dress a little to demonstrate. The girl was a little shorter than her, but only mostly because she was in her bare feet and Elyse had her heels on. Her general demeanour and appearance made Elyse stop and think for a second.
"Flora, can... can I ask you a question? Did you... wake up here without knowing where you were?" She asked, softly, quietly, not particularly wanting the world t hear the question.