Lunette walked into the festivities of the Doppler household. She handed her parasol off to the boy at the door and smiled for him as he smiled for her. He helped her out of her caplet and could suddenly feel his eyes want to devour her. Her dress was a modest color, a mere grey, but it hugged her curves a little tighter than she would have wished for. But knew, it would help her stand out against the crowd at the Doppler house. Ever since their return from space, she knew Amelia and Delbert were well off. How they were she did not know. But as she eased inside her eyes glittered with curiosity. She had made it just as Delbert was revealing his indoor planetarium and had projected it across the ceiling.

"As you all know the voyage Amelia and I took quite recently was across the northern quadrant of our galactic system. Where we-" She did not hear the rest of his words as she was in awe of the stars above her. She smiled at them, and all too quickly the small event was over, the stars were pulled back and the home became busy with the talk of today's events and the gossip of town. Lunette calmly waited to walk over to Delbert and as a couple walked away from Amelia and him, she took her chance then and walked over to them.

"Ah! Lunette!" Delbert exclaimed until she watched his eyes widen at the sight of her dress. "You, you look very, eh-"

"Ravishing," Amelia supplied. Lunette smiled for her, "Thank you Ms. Doppler." She watched Amelia's eyes flash with a playful look before she held her hand out to her. Amelia took it gladly and shook it firmly. "And you are?" Amelia pondered. "My head librarian dear," Delbert said. "Quite a bright student, she graduated at the top of her class." Lunette held her head high as Amelia's eyes scrutinized her. "She is writing her thesis for her doctorates on none other than the infamous Pirate Silver," he said. Amelia's eyes widened with amusement. "I would truly enjoy hearing your thoughts about that devilish man," she said. Lunette's head tilted to one side. "Do you have an opinion about him?" Lunette asked. "He is a great pirate and a wonderful cook," Amelia reasoned. Delbert's hand came up and pulled Amelia from Lunette's attention. "Let us not speak of such a quiet topic upon open ears," he reasoned. Amelia pouted and Lunette merely gaped at them. They were hiding something!

A hand came up and touched hers then, distracting her and she stiffened when she was pulled away from them. She spun around and suddenly, she was lead in time to the music that began to play. Her eyes rose and then rolled. "Jackson," she groused. "Lunette," he said in return. She arched a brow at Delbert's son. His paws pulled her closer as another couple nearly barreled into them. "Useless upper-class," Jackson growled. "Need to learn how to properly count." Lunnette felt a small smile caress her lips. She enjoyed herself then, and it did not go unnoticed by Jackson that she was now willing to dance with him. He smiled doggishly and almost growled out his satisfaction when he led her to dance.

"I have not seen you for a while Lunette," he commented then and she nodded, enjoying the music. "I've been up late at the library, writing, researching."

"You still think he is your father?" He pressed and she nodded once more. "Of course. I was hoping to speak with Lieutenant Hawkins about his journey with him."

"Jim will be late this evening," Jackson mentioned, "He is stuck at the office finishing paperwork." He almost thought it would cause her to stop, as his father had mentioned, Jim might have been the only reason as to why Lunette would even make an appearance to his parent's event. "Hm, well, that does seem a little frustrating," she commented. But she smiled beautifully at him. Jackson felt his knees go weak at the sight of her smile. "I would rather you dance with me. I had not realized how long it had been since I have enjoyed dancing." They danced and twirled throughout the peoples and Jackson enjoyed her laughter. A tap came to his shoulder and he found his father. "Ahem," Delbert said and Lunette smiled for him as Jackson's hands left hers and Delbert scooped hers into his. He swung her about to the sudden upbeat music and she laughed gaily. "Ah! Doctor Delbert!" He chuckled with her and said softly as the music once again slowed. "I see you have caught my son's eye." She looked at him and kindly said, "Jackson is a good friend, you know that Doctor Delbert."

"And I think I will be taking you back now," Jackson's voice cut through just as he pressed himself in between them. Cutting their conversation short. Lunette eyed him once more. "That was not kind," she commented. "Calling me merely a friend is not kind either," he groused. She arched her brow. "Jackson, you're a playboy. You had your chance." She looked at him and he grinned like a dog. "You are toying with me!" she exclaimed and he chuckled. "Of course." Jackson pulled her close then and asked, "Will I ever claim your heart Lunette?" She laughed, "Jackson you are too young for me, and such a playboy. You would slander my name." He merely smiled at her while Lunette smiled for him. "It is rather late in the evening and I do have an early morning tomorrow," she commented as the clock chimed ten.

And she took her leave. As she did so, she made it to the front door just as it opened and there stood James Hawkins. Her brow arched, how convenient that he would arrive just as she was leaving. She pulled her parasol from the doorboy's hands while Jim kept the door open for her. "Miss," he said properly. She nodded to him and realized he had not noticed her. But as his eyes finally met hers, they went wide, her dress truly was magnificent. She nodded her head. "Good evening." And with that she eased her parasol open and went off into the light rainy night.

Jim flew outside after her and caught her arm before she could leave. Her eyes were wide as she faced him and he said, "I almost did not recognize you. You, the boy," he paused and shook his head, "You are breath-taking this evening, however your cape," he reasoned. She looked at his hands and saw he held her caplet and she smiled. Her hands reached for it and he caught her off-guard once more as he helped place it about her shoulders, then tied it at her neck. The strings fell just upon the tops of her ample breasts and she saw him pull his touch away. "Good evening, Miss Silver," he said. "I hope to see you tomorrow morning." And with that he turned and left her.

She merely shook her head. Men were so very oblivious.