Chapter Seven
“And that is why I don’t come to events like this,” Paul said as soon as he and Elizabeth were out of earshot.
“I’m sorry. I know Lady Blakemore. She is such a stickler, so straightforward, and precise. I thought that whoever she sponsored would be the same. I suppose one can’t choose nieces,” Elizabeth said with a little laugh.
“No, I suppose not. But truly? She hates history. She seemed positively dim-witted.” Paul tried not to sound as if he were complaining, even though that was exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t wanted to come to this ball, but Elizabeth had insisted. It was almost as bad as going to Almack’s—which he outright refused to attend. He would find a girl at a soiree or an intimate dinner party filled with people he knew and trusted. Not here. It was like
