"You'll figure it out." Even if he had doubts, Sloane was confident everything would work itself out. He would figure out. All he had to do this year was pass the right classes to keep his options open. They'd figure it out.

Sloane visibly gagged at the words debutante ball. "You can't be serious." He had to be kidding. The mere thought of this ridiculous dresses, the corsets, the dancing, everything about them repulsed Sloane more than she was willing to admit. Her time in corsets was coming, she knew that in the next year or two they would be thrust upon her by her mother and her sister-in-law, but she'd fend them off for as long as possible.