Chapter Fourteen
London, April, 1811
With a lift of her chin, Cassandra walked into the Debenhams’ ball. She was going make a splash. She was going to be hailed as an incomparable tonight, a diamond of the first water. That’s what she had decided. That’s what she told herself. No more hiding her light and following her cousin’s lead. Olivia was a wonderful girl, but Cassandra had to shine.
She slowed her steps behind her cousin, Lady Bradmore, and allowed her best friend, Olivia, to take the lead. Could she do this? Did she have the ability, the beauty, the charm?
Cassandra straightened her shoulders and moved herself forward again. If she was going to pull it off, she had to do it right, she scolded herself. She couldn’t back down now.
Aunt Bradmore looked at her quizzically, before
