Nineteen
WELL, I HAVE done my duty. I have attended the soiree. I have sat here for nearly forty–five minutes, bored beyond belief. Do you think we can go home soon?” Adriana asked, looking around at all of the beautiful people who stood about or danced their way through Lady Collingwood’s overcrowded ball room. At least, at this moment, there was a parting of people and she could see around the ball room. More often than not, her view was obstructed by people standing directly in front of her.
“You have not been bored the entire time. You did dance twice,” Henrietta pointed out.
“Yes, and my toes are still aching from that last one,” Adriana scowled as she wriggled her sore toes inside of her slippers. She didn’t know why some form of more sturdy shoe wasn’t worn to these dances, that
