I looked away from Frederick's tight mouth as if it wasn't there.
Herbert danced as if he was born to it. When it came time to face each other—when he needed to move me across the room, twirl me before him—he did so with all the mastery I had ever imagined.
It was my first dance. It was my first dance with Herbert, but not my last. I remember little else.
GINEVRA
I hid in the small upstairs pantry. From there, I could see through the open doors of the dining room and into the ballroom. I watched Pearl. She glowed beneath the praise of the many guests. She smiled with gratitude as so many women fawned over the beauty of her gown, of her hair. I felt my own glow.
Until he walked in. Until I saw her face when he did. To know someone truly is often to know them better than they do themsel
