She only knew that at the ball tomorrow night she was quite certain he would be waiting not only to dance with her but to talk to her and it was something she must avoid at all costs.
Because she and Penelope were so closely attuned to each other, her sister knew what she was thinking.
“Would it not be wonderful, dearest,” she said, “if we both became engaged in the same night to a Duke? That would certainly startle the Beau Monde and all those people who have refused to accept us would be falling over themselves.”
“Are there such – people? I had no – idea.”
“Oh, Alisa, your head is always in the clouds,” Penelope complained. “You know quite well that there are dozens of balls that we have not been invited to, simply because we are either too pretty and put the hostess’s plain daughter
