He stood up and moved forward, gently taking her arm. “Come, let me escort you back to the ball. You should not be out here for too long. Your mother will get worried.”
As she allowed him to walk with her back to the house, Cassandra wracked her mind for some way in which she could help him.
“Have you thought that if you dressed more fashionably, people would accept you more readily?” she asked hesitantly.
“I have tried that,” he admitted with a little laugh. “Like everything else, it didn’t really make a difference. I would prefer to be accepted for who I am, not how I am dressed.”
Cassandra nodded her head, certain that he was right. If he was not accepted because of the color of his skin, just changing his clothes shouldn’t make a difference.
They slowed before they got to the more
