*Madelyn*
I can’t deny that I want Beth’s first ball to be memorable. But to pay young gentlemen...
“Tonight was the most wonderful night of my life,” Beth says as she twirls around her bedchamber, reliving the moment when some swain held her in his arms. “Who would have thought I would be so amazingly popular? I don’t know if there is any miss who danced as much as I did.”
My chest tightens. I don’t want to ruin the illusion, but hurt is certain to follow. Bryant can’t pay the men at every ball. “Tonight might have been an exception, Beth. The men were curious. Yours was a new face in the crowd.”
Beth flops back on the bed the way we used to fall in the snow when we were children intent on creating angels. “I shall most definitely be spared from marrying Alpha Hester. I have no doubt.
