Elise looked at both women then wiped a tear before daring a smile. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because lovers belong together,” her grandmother said.
“And sometimes they need a little help,” added her sister-in-law.
Later that evening, in Beverly’s suite, Elise hugged her best friend in the entire world and said, “Good luck, my lady.” When Beverly began to tear up, so did she. They didn’t have long to be melancholy for of course Bridget was there to snap the two girls back to reality with muttering something about a new trend starting with girls wanting two dresses for their debut now—one for dinner and one for the ball.
“Your father is down there waiting for you, my lady,” Bridget stressed. “The receiving line is forming. You have to go!”
“She’s right, if you wait any longer the flow
