The meal had been delicious, served in many courses with as many utensils. While not used to such frills and tinsels, Harriet was observant and had easily navigated the many rules and manners. Finding the balance between being polite and being herself had been delicate, but quickly enough Harriet had come to realize that she did not care whether or not high society approved of her. Plus, she did get a thrill every time she managed to make dear Lady Blythe blush.
With dinner behind them, the 3 women had moved to the drawing room where they sipped on a sweet digestif. The conversations had been pleasant, Harriet found that she had smiled most of the evening, but at the moment her attention seemed to be elsewhere. She had been eying the piano since they had entered the room, her fingers aching to move along its white and black notes.
Without as much as a word, Harriet took a quick sip of her sweet liquor and made her way to the instrument. "Lady Blythe, would you mind if I played a piece?" She asked as she sat behind the beautiful piano. Her fingers were on the keys as she waited to be given permission to play.