Ava looked around the ballroom with her mother, looking for Trevor. There was no sign of him.
“You see,” her mother hissed. “You can’t leave men for a minute without a commitment. What were you thinking coming to look for me?” Her mother was wearing a black ball gown that showed off her shoulders. She also wore a black mask with black feathers that hung out on the sides and the top. Her mother carried a black, lacey fan. She had told Ava that it made her outfit more daring, but Ava knew she had to counter-act her hot flashes.
“You were gone for so long I thought something happened to you,” she said defensively.
“What could have happened to me walking to and from the powder room? Other than getting into a conversation with someone?”
“Well, Mommy, you’re not as young as you used to be,”
