The next day, later that evening, Victoria and the few Lancaster family members available to attend would all be heading to the Somerset family to celebrate Prince Harry McVourse's birthday. Victoria sat at the rounded breakfast table in the parlor, sipping the well-sugared tea, just as she liked. Her thoughts were solely on the fact that Prince Harry would take her back to the theatre. That was all that mattered.
Already, well-wrapped gifts were placed on the table opposite her, the ones they would carry to the Somerset's house. The tea was sweet, and somehow the morning radiated a good and sweet mood out of her. She felt overly anxious for the day. She could just sit and wait… just sit and wait for Prince Harry to come in, or be sneaked in by her brother Beaufort… and then they would head to watch another Fairfax show. Would Andrew still be in tatters? She almost laughed at the thought, but stopped herself, realizing she was not alone in the room.
