Chapter Twenty-Seven
Twenty-five young ladies sat in a row behind tables placed end-to-end where an equal number of neatly ribboned white boxes sat waiting.
We were in the dining hall at William Hargrove Boarding School. There were twenty-seven cadets from Octavia Pompeii Academy in freshly washed and ironed uniforms. Liz and I would only watch the bidding on the box suppers, but we’d definitely participate in the dancing, if asked.
Behind us, seated in folding wooden chairs, were a dozen chaperones.
The cadets were arranged in two rows in front of the girls. I sat next to Fuse, with Andrew Hobbs on the other side of Fuse, while Liz sat on my right. We were in the second row.
Liz and I wore our caps, but the boys had removed theirs when we entered the hall.
The auctioneer, one of the
