Grace stated at Mr. Lestrange a few seconds longer than she should have, her mind not on him but rather that sudden realization that this—dinner parties—would be a regular occurrence once she debuted.
And she wasn’t ready. She’d read all sorts of etiquette books and could recite the rules for dinner parties, but - this was different. She actually had to do it, and none of it came naturally.
She snapped out of her daze and looked to Ford, who was giving her a look. Her own eyes widened and she sat down so hastily that the leg of her chair made a loud screeching noise against the floorboards.
She closed her eyes, as if by ignoring it everyone else is would too.
And she wasn’t ready. She’d read all sorts of etiquette books and could recite the rules for dinner parties, but - this was different. She actually had to do it, and none of it came naturally.
She snapped out of her daze and looked to Ford, who was giving her a look. Her own eyes widened and she sat down so hastily that the leg of her chair made a loud screeching noise against the floorboards.
She closed her eyes, as if by ignoring it everyone else is would too.
