Emily sat at the dinner table in an awfully cheery mood, and her mother was quick to notice the change in her demeanor.
"Something on your mind, dear?" she asked. "You’ve been smiling the entire evening, and I know it’s not because of the potatoes."
Emily tried to hide the grin which was spreading across her face. She was hardly even touching the food, and her mind was so far away from the dinner table that she was almost a bit stunned to realize that she was still sitting here.
"I’m just feeling like something wonderful is about to happen," she replied, taking a bite of the roast lamb they were having. "And it’s most likely because I enjoyed the ball two nights ago."
"It’s good that you’re out in society already," Lady Georgina said, an approving edge to her voice. "I would imagine
