Chapter Sixteen
“What have you done that is unusual, Lady Moreton?” Lady Blakemore asked Ellen.
“I… er…” Ellen forced herself to straighten her spine and admit to the truth. These ladies were her friends; surely they would understand. “I invited a gentleman to a ball,” she admitted.
“You what?” Lady Blakemore was aghast.
“Actually, I invited him in a note that I sent to his home, but before he even received it, he was calling on me to invite me to the very same ball,” she said, forcing out a laugh. “Isn’t that amusing?”
“Serendipitous,” Miss Benton commented.
“It sounds like you scrapped through just shy of a major faux pas,” Lady Blakemore said with a lift of her chin. She, clearly, was not amused.
“Did he actually receive your note?” Lady Sorrell asked.
“I don’t know. He hasn’t s
