The main lobby of the theater was grand, all crimson velvet and gold leaf. My dress couldn't have been further from the décor, standing out like a shining pale leaf, not that I'd known or planned it. Yet again I was surrounded by a milling crowd of the over-dressed and noble, though this time my nerves were nowhere in sight. I was too on edge for that.
A young man in a red velvet jacket greeted us before we made it very far.
"Lord Brindle awaits you," he said, bowing to Georgina. Kate had to be physically escorted by a hand on her arm to keep her moving. Her father smiled with indulgence as she tripped on the third step, her focus on absorbing the entire theater at once.
I admit it was lovely and elegant, majestic even. But it was just a building.
We were led up the wide staircase on t
