SeventeenFungy stopped for a moment at the edge of the ballroom. He looked around at all of the hopeful young ladies who lined the walls, each standing next to their equally hopeful mamas.
They all looked so… uninteresting.
It would take a great deal of willpower to ask any one of them to dance tonight. After the waltz he had shared with Miss Grace, any other young woman would seem insipid.
“A true gentleman would not just stand by without asking a lady to dance, St. John,” a soft, familiar voice said just behind him.
Fungy felt his heart stop. He turned around and fifteen years of his life slipped away.
Georgiana stood just behind him.
She looked, if possible, even more beautiful than Fungy remembered. Her thick chestnut hair gleamed with luster in the candlelight, just a few tendri
