*Ella*
The evening’s entertainment is announced by Theodon; it is to be a display of naval prowess on the lake, designed by Prince Ferdinand.
“The gardens in the dark?” Luna Starck says, sniffing again. “My daughter will certainly not participate. We shall retire.”
“When one is older, one simply must rest one’s bones,” Henry says. “If you wish, I will chaperone your daughter for you.”
Luna Starck takes a deep breath, which has the unfortunate effect of swelling her more-than-ample bosom.
“Darling,” Henry says kindly, “I’m afraid you’ve suffered a wardrobe malfunction.”
Luna Starck glances down at her right n****e, which is staring like a fish eye over the ruffle edging her bodice, and slaps her napkin over her chest, surging to her feet. “Effie, come!” she says, with all the authorit
