Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Welcome to the garden tea! People are welcome to interact in this thread, or branch into separate ones. There is a dress code of semi-formal. Plenty of food and drink are available to enjoy, but watch out for LEONARDO SAMUEL WHITE and CHARLES LOCKHEART . They may be up to something!
For those who need a timeline, this event is happening on August 24, 2024.
Well, watching her coworkers look a bit lost in how to present themselves at the gardens was not on Ivey’s bingo card. Not that they looked bad, but it was interesting to see rough seamen and women try to handle themselves in their non-work uniforms. Cal, was well versed – but Perry looked out of sorts. Ivey was used to wearing the dress code, coming from her background and all that.
She didn’t know why she came today. Ivey had most likely convinced herself it would be a networking event. Of course, maybe mingle and hang out with people from her new university. Most of them knew people that were part of the Yacht Club.
Ivey was dressed in a tan tulle dress, with red and pink flower appliques. Gold sandals graced her feet. She stayed close to the hedge arch, a flute of sparkling water with lemon in her hand. “C’mon Ivey,” she whispered to herself. “You can find someone interesting to talk to!”
Morgan had purposely booked the afternoon off of August 24th. She had invited her friend Robin to join her for the garden party - she hadn't seen him in awhile and she had something important to ask him too.
The red head fixed her hair in the car before heading out - reading the signs to guide her towards the event. Morgan walked carefully with her sandals - used to wearing more an athleisure fashion style - meaning runners. She didn't need much to convince Aurora Sky to go shopping with her - semi formal isn't something she had in her closet.
As Morgan approached the event, she saw the tall dark haired man was already there. The woman smiled as she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Robin, you look nice. Have you been waiting for me long?" She asked as the familiar man turned around.
Leo had made the effort and stuffed himself into one of his better suits for the evening. He had scoffed and complained somewhat about it to his wife, who had been the one to kindly inform him that garden tea parties were not joggers and t-shirts kinds of gigs. He had no qualms about turning up under dressed, but for the fact that he really wanted to sample the food, as there'd been such a fuss made about how wonderful the pastries would be and all that, and he doubted he'd get to stay if he turned up covered in hay and horse hair. He'd dutifully showered, brushed out his hair (sort of) and pulled on his nice navy attire, and much to his delight, had been let into the show without problems.
He was unashameably already on his fifth finger sandwich and his unknown number of cake slices, wondering if he could sneak some home in a way that Bella couldn't confiscate them. He was still stuck on a health kick run by his wife, that he now suspected was forever, and whether she was doing it to avoid his arteries killing him or not, he still missed sugar. He had somewhat neglected to mention the size of the food table when he'd been telling her about today, and whilst he really hoped she would have a chance to stop by too, all dressed up, he also hoped by then he'd have managed to devour enough of the table for it not to seem quite so full.
Wandering around to the other side of the table with a fresh plate, he noticed another person taking more care with their pickings than him and his mountainous pile. "Excellent spread they've got, isn't it?" He said delightedly, taking a large bite of the finger sandwich which left little of it between his fingers.
