Sutton chuckled at Zenny's enthusiasm. It was infectious, which helped ease her nerves a little bit. This felt akin to debuting all over again. Nobody here knew them and it was both daunting and a little bit of relief. Her father's reputation did not follow her here. In Britain she was just another debutante, like any other, trying to have success on the marriage mart.  She wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

"I hope you're right." She surveyed the room at large and the current occupants milling about. Her mother was loitering nearby, watching, as Leighton managed to get some of her dance card filled out already. Perhaps they should follow her sister's lead and push further into the room, making themselves known. Where was Maebee when they needed her? "Let's go see what we can accomplish then."