Grace's debut was tomorrow and Verity might as well have matched her complexion to her intricate green mask for all the envy she felt. It was terribly unfair that Grace was allowed to debut at a private ball when Verity hadn't been afforded the same opportunity. Everyone would be doting upon her graceless sister and commenting on how young and beautiful she was, meanwhile Verity would be off to the side as a certifiable spinster. It was all just so terribly unfair.
She had insisted upon going to the minister's ball tonight, though she needn't have pushed so hard as both of her brothers and mother were in attendance. The charms casted upon her newest dress hadn't given her any trouble that evening, turning the beautiful mauve into a rich green with gold details. On more than one occasion Verity thought her talents wasted, for she was as incredible a seamstress and designer as the late Marcus Lytton. Better, even, now that the fellow was a bloated corpse fished from the sea.
The minister's wife had a talent for organizing, and Verity was greatly enjoying the darkness of the eleventh hour when she collided into a man cloaked in darkness. His pin was gone, hers too in the scuffle, and, the worst of all, his hand was on her breast.
A man was touching her breast.
Verity inhaled sharply and swatted at his grip. Without any light it was impossible to tell who he was, but would he be able to see her? Would Miss Binns paint her as the next hussy in Meredith Watchword'a gossip rag? Merlin, all she was thinking to do was visit the balcony above the dance floor!
"It appears mine is now misplaced, too," she answered, stepping back to look for the soft glowing orb. "Can you see it? The floor will be impossible to navigate without it."
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She had insisted upon going to the minister's ball tonight, though she needn't have pushed so hard as both of her brothers and mother were in attendance. The charms casted upon her newest dress hadn't given her any trouble that evening, turning the beautiful mauve into a rich green with gold details. On more than one occasion Verity thought her talents wasted, for she was as incredible a seamstress and designer as the late Marcus Lytton. Better, even, now that the fellow was a bloated corpse fished from the sea.
The minister's wife had a talent for organizing, and Verity was greatly enjoying the darkness of the eleventh hour when she collided into a man cloaked in darkness. His pin was gone, hers too in the scuffle, and, the worst of all, his hand was on her breast.
A man was touching her breast.
Verity inhaled sharply and swatted at his grip. Without any light it was impossible to tell who he was, but would he be able to see her? Would Miss Binns paint her as the next hussy in Meredith Watchword'a gossip rag? Merlin, all she was thinking to do was visit the balcony above the dance floor!
"It appears mine is now misplaced, too," she answered, stepping back to look for the soft glowing orb. "Can you see it? The floor will be impossible to navigate without it."
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