June gave a sharp laugh, warm and unrestrained. She covered her mouth with one hand as if trying, and failing, to keep in the giggles. She turned toward the other woman. “Oh,” she managed to practically wheeze out, “imagine the scandal. Half the room fainting from shame, the other half strutting around like peacocks.” The image seemed to amuse her all over again, a fresh peal of laughter escaping despite her best efforts.

“Okay. Okay. So we rename the ball The Great Unveiling, perhaps?” She waggled her brows. If only they could actually do something so risqué.

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