Was that a look of genuine concern? Mr. Ashford had mentioned a younger sister, perhaps he was not entirely unfamiliar with the woes of young debutantes. It eased the nerves in her chest even further. "Horse, I was thrown and I hit my head." Sadie realized the waltz was slowly coming to an end and she was not ready to leave Mr. Ashfords comforting company just yet. "I am, thank you." Mr. Ashford’s sincerity was as comforting as his charming smile. "I get terrible headaches every now and then and my memory isn’t great, but it has been a while since either have plagued me." Which was a good thing and part of the reason her aunt had allowed her to attend the ball tonight.

"As selfish as it may be, it is nice to know I am not the only one who has felt this way." Well, the more she thought about it, the more she realized many young women must be some level of nervous for their debut, but most of them made it look so easy that she could hardly count herself in that lot!

The last few notes of the song sang out over the dance floor and Sadie nearly frowned. Eager to keep his company for a little while longer, she looked up at him, catching herself biting her lip. Smoothing out into a smile, she held onto his hand for a moment, "I’m terribly parched, would you mind accompanying me for some refreshment?" Sadie was no flirtatious mastermind, but she had read enough romance novels to at least have a few small tricks up her sleeve.