"Texas, how exciting!" The princess said excitedly as she handed her guest to her husband before greeting Charles, "Welcome to our home Mr. Crawford," she said as he air-kissed the back of her hand.
They were ushered into a grand salon that was at least five times the size of theirs, but it had the same character of their smaller and much more modest townhouse. Two huge crystal chandeliers sparkled above them, Elizabeth glanced around the room, there were over two dozen people milling about the room, several were seated, and around a dozen more waiting in the foyer.
Elizabeth focused on not stepping on anyone else's skirt, along with her own. The unnatural profile of skirts never seemed so obvious to her as in a crowded room when her natural inclination was to draw in her shoulder
