Since I can’t invite you all for Advent afternoon tea, I’ve decided to give you another kind of goodie: a snippet from the WIP. In this scene my heroine, who spent the past few years at a (finishing) school far away from London society, attends her first ball. Enjoy!
This, this wonderful ball was magical — from the candles blazing from the chandeliers, bedecked with crystals that glittered like icicles, to the sweet sounds of the small orchestra.
Imagine that! An orchestra playing the music for a ball! It was so much more … refinded than Miss Riggs’s efforts on the piano during the dancing lessons at St. Cuthbert’s.
And best of all: to dance with a gentleman instead of a fellow student! Why, her insides had been all aflutter during the first few dances (even though she had told herself sternly that such silliness was the first step of becoming an utter henwit).