Chapter Eleven
~May 2, 1807~
Elizabeth needed a few moments of quiet and support from Paul before she could bring herself to enter the soirée two nights later. The invitation to Lady Fostler’s party had come just before the attack, and she hadn’t heard that it had been rescinded. She could only hope there wouldn’t be any unpleasantness.
“You are going to be all right,” Paul told her before they exited their carriage. It was more of a command than a question.
“Yes, I am. I am not going to listen to what anyone says, but keep to my friends,” Elizabeth said, taking in another deep breath.
“That’s right. You have a number of very good friends, Elizabeth, stay with them.”
“I do. I have excellent friends,” she said, giving him a smile. On that happy note, they went into the party.
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