It would not do for those whose Blood granted them the ability to force obeisance to appear so unorganized and leaderless. The Prince himself had already said as much, and because he had said it to her, it fell to Josephine to host another family reunion. So a room was reserved underneath the Nox (the same one the original meeting had been held in), invitations went out, and now the night had come for the Lords and Ladies to gather, mingle, and declare their Priscus.
Josephine sat in a leather chair, one of several at a boardroom style table, idly tapping a pen against a sheaf of parchment while she waited for the arrival of her cousins. Her dress was the same as what she'd worn to the first meeting: a black velvet jacket with satin lapels, silver trim enhancing it's cut, resting over a silvery blouse with chain claps holding it closed. It was fetching, she thought, and there was something to be said for cultivating an appearance of uniformity at times. Particularly when it came to events like this.