by Allison Lane
The voices merged into a wall of sound that didn’t diminish until the orchestra began a waltz.
“My set,” said John, giving her no chance to protest. “Relax, love,” he added as he pulled her into his arms. “I’ll keep it simple, just like we practiced.”
“I know.” She shook the echoes from her head. “What a mob.”
“But friendly. Just be yourself. That’s what I plan to do.”
The gown Madame Jeanette had whipped up overnight billowed as John twirled her in a dizzy circle. He’d been right about her limp, right about society’s acceptance, and right that tonight’s ball was the best venue for their first public appearance. So she would trust him to be right about the future, too.
Smiling brilliantly, she threw herself into her first waltz. As long as she was living a fairy tale, she might as well enjoy it.
Copyright © 2007 by Susan Ann Pace
Electronically published in 2007 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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