She did not wish to squeal in an indecorous fashion as he asked if she would like to dance. Her first dance with an a gentleman what wasn't related to her or required to dance with her out of obligation or because their class grade for etiquette relied on it. Any reality of the obligation a gentleman might feel to ask the lady of the evening to dance was rather lost on her - all she saw was the flutter of love or at least romantic interest that every man felt for every woman he asked to dance.

Perhaps this would be the dance that would change her life and make a formidable woman in society. Oh the endless possibilities. Even though she had had very little to drink she felt light headed and as thought she had been rather over indulging.

'I should love to sir' she managed after a beat that was possibly a fraction too long, 'You are the first name to make it onto my dance card this evening' she expressed openly, warmly and far from shy. 'Every lady hopes to dance with a dashing gent at her debut'

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