She breathed out, her shoulders seemingly wanting to follow as Daphne Hopton's usual perfect posture left the stall. All her years of hard work. Working away at that cello, memorizing rules of etiquette, which spoon and what fork went with what. Years of listening to her Mother's critique with a polite and cordial smile. Years of guarding herself from ill-advised social circles all so she could make the Hopton name proud--as the only daughter.

Except, Isaac Hopton's arrival sligthly ruined that. Now marrying well would be a problem. Still she held hope; She still had hope except now...now, there was a tight feeling in her throat and she hiccuped repeatedly, as her eyes watered.

Her lips had been soiled by Varius Tipps no less. Tipps. Tears dripping down her cheeks, Daphne's face contorted horribly NEVER the pretty crier. "I'm ruined. Ruined. Ruinedruinedruined."

Mother was going to end up in Mungo's. Father would probably not care--too busy wiping Isaac's drool.

Hiccup. Sob. "I'm going to KILL YOUUUU VARIUS TIIIIPPS!"

Cue wail.