Juliet Gray

Juliet is sitting in the gardens avoiding the social soiree currently being thrown by her aunt Beatrice. Juliet knows it's her duty as heiress to entertain but she just can't bring herself to do so. Too many strangers, too many faces. Too many eyes. She rubs her hands together fretfully to try and get her shot nerves back to normal. Footsteps. "Who is it? The gardens are private property and none are welcome without invitation!" she says firmly, her head snapping up. "Oh, it's you." she softens.