Grace nodded sympathetically, understanding how it was to be a younger sibling. It had its perks—her brothers expected more from Verity than they did her—but at the same time she was always treated like a child compared to her sister, who was only a year her senior.
"May of last year," she said, her smile faltering slightly as she explained, "but my Papa had died the previous December, so I spent the Season in mourning. I was finally able to debut this year, though." And altogether it was going pretty well, she thought. She had not publicly ruined herself, hadn't spilled a drink on one of the Season's Most Eligible and doomed herself to a life of spinsterhood, and she'd managed to talk to one man—this man—without stumbling over every other world.
She'd call that a success!
"May of last year," she said, her smile faltering slightly as she explained, "but my Papa had died the previous December, so I spent the Season in mourning. I was finally able to debut this year, though." And altogether it was going pretty well, she thought. She had not publicly ruined herself, hadn't spilled a drink on one of the Season's Most Eligible and doomed herself to a life of spinsterhood, and she'd managed to talk to one man—this man—without stumbling over every other world.
She'd call that a success!
