“Then why is he ignoring me? Why hasn’t he mentioned it? Why hasn’t he tried to kiss me again?” She gasped, covering her mouth. “What if I was terrible at it?”
“You weren’t,” Vivi said.
“Certainly not,” Ella agreed.
“Oh, how do you know?” Alex said, now enveloped in self-doubt. “Maybe I did it all wrong!”
“This might be a good time to discuss the kiss in question,” Ella offered. “What was it like?”
“I thought it was wonderful! I wanted to do it again, immediately! But what if it was awful and I just didn’t know it?!”
“That simply cannot be the case!” Vivi shook her head in earnest.
“Indeed,” Eliza broke her silence, “if it made you want to do it again, and soon, ’twas a good kiss.”
“For me…but what about for him?”
“He had to have enjoyed it, Alex,” Ella said.
Alex’s frantic frustration bubbled over. “Then why isn’t he interested in me? Why doesn’t he want to do it again? Maybe he does want Penelope!” Her voice became small. “Why doesn’t he want me?”
“Alex,” Ella asked curiously, “are you saying…Do you want him?”
Alex thought carefully about Ella’s question. Did she want Gavin? “Well…the kiss was quite lovely.”
“Of course, it was,” Vivi said, “but…what about the man himself? Could you love him?”
Love? Gavin? She looked at the other three girls, each staring back at her as though she were about to reveal some history-altering secret. It was too much to think about, really. “I…I don’t know. I’ve always thought of him as a brother. But recently…everything has changed. He kissed me and I wanted him to and it…everything feels different. But I don’t know what to think. Maybe nothing is different to him. Maybe it didn’t mean anything to him.”
Vivi walked over to Alex, then took her shoulders in hand and spoke with firm conviction, “I may not know much about this kissing business, Alex, but I do know that Gavin would never do anything to hurt you. Including kissing you if he didn’t mean it at least a little.”
Alex offered Vivi a half smile. “You’re right, but what if that’s the problem? What if he means it only a little?”
Vivi went quiet for a long time before her face brightened in a conspiratorial smile. “Well, then, we’ll just have to make sure he ends up meaning it a great deal.”
sixteen
I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people in one room! My God! The entire ton must be here!” Vivi exclaimed, unable to tear her gaze from the sea of people below.
Vivi, Ella, and Alex stood on the upper level of Worthington House, looking down on the ballroom. They were shielded in an alcove on the second floor as they considered the mass of people who were here for the Worthington Ball. Each year, the duke and duchess hosted the grandest and most legendary ball of the season. No one who received an invitation missed the opportunity to attend.
Alex commented acerbically, “I think my mother may very well have invited the entire ton.”
She was watching the lady in question as she greeted the never-ending stream of guests pouring into the enormous ballroom. The room sat empty much of the year until mid-April, when its curtains were opened and the dustcloths were removed from its furniture for a thorough inspection in preparation for this night. Then, for weeks, servants shined the dozens of crystal chandeliers, polished the expansive oak and mahogany floor with beeswax, and washed the floor-to-ceiling windows to ensure that everything would be perfect for this evening.
And perfect it was. Thousands of candles were lit in the enormous candelabras hanging from the ceiling and standing around the room, giving the entire space a magical, golden glow. The orchestra was placed at the top of the room, farthest away from the entrance, obscured by shrubbery that had been brought into the room specifically to create the illusion of invisibility. Off the main chamber, directly underneath the girls, were multiple antechambers, each outfitted for a different purpose: a refreshment room complete with a spread of lemonade, wine, biscuits, and coffee; a supper room that would be opened midway through the ball; a card room for elderly guests to rest and play whist while keeping out a watchful eye for any juicy gossip; a men’s smoking room; and a ladies’ salon, offering a space to which ladies could escape in the case of damage to their elaborate gowns. Her mother had thought of everything, and that attention to detail was what set this event apart from the others of the season.
“It is quite a stunning sight,” Ella pointed out. “How many people do you think are here?”
Alex replied distractedly, “Between five and six hundred, I think.” She took a deep breath, as if preparing for battle, and turned to her friends. “Although there are three less than there should be, I venture to say. While I’d much rather stay up here and watch the whole event from afar, I have a feeling that someone will come looking for us if we don’t make an appearance soon.”
“Agreed.” Vivi looked at her friends and added, “And what a stunning appearance we shall make!”
She was right, of course. With the help of the remarkable Eliza, the three had dressed and applied their cosmetics to perfection. They were attired in gowns that had been made by Madame Fernaud for this particular event. Alex imagined they made a stunning trio. Vivi wore a gorgeous gold damask silk with a high Empire waist and fitted sleeves that accentuated her dark features and her already long, reedlike form. The color was certain to be the envy of every woman present, because it was such a difficult color to wear and yet it seemed as if it were created specifically for Vivian.
“You weren’t,” Vivi said.
“Certainly not,” Ella agreed.
“Oh, how do you know?” Alex said, now enveloped in self-doubt. “Maybe I did it all wrong!”
“This might be a good time to discuss the kiss in question,” Ella offered. “What was it like?”
“I thought it was wonderful! I wanted to do it again, immediately! But what if it was awful and I just didn’t know it?!”
“That simply cannot be the case!” Vivi shook her head in earnest.
“Indeed,” Eliza broke her silence, “if it made you want to do it again, and soon, ’twas a good kiss.”
“For me…but what about for him?”
“He had to have enjoyed it, Alex,” Ella said.
Alex’s frantic frustration bubbled over. “Then why isn’t he interested in me? Why doesn’t he want to do it again? Maybe he does want Penelope!” Her voice became small. “Why doesn’t he want me?”
“Alex,” Ella asked curiously, “are you saying…Do you want him?”
Alex thought carefully about Ella’s question. Did she want Gavin? “Well…the kiss was quite lovely.”
“Of course, it was,” Vivi said, “but…what about the man himself? Could you love him?”
Love? Gavin? She looked at the other three girls, each staring back at her as though she were about to reveal some history-altering secret. It was too much to think about, really. “I…I don’t know. I’ve always thought of him as a brother. But recently…everything has changed. He kissed me and I wanted him to and it…everything feels different. But I don’t know what to think. Maybe nothing is different to him. Maybe it didn’t mean anything to him.”
Vivi walked over to Alex, then took her shoulders in hand and spoke with firm conviction, “I may not know much about this kissing business, Alex, but I do know that Gavin would never do anything to hurt you. Including kissing you if he didn’t mean it at least a little.”
Alex offered Vivi a half smile. “You’re right, but what if that’s the problem? What if he means it only a little?”
Vivi went quiet for a long time before her face brightened in a conspiratorial smile. “Well, then, we’ll just have to make sure he ends up meaning it a great deal.”
sixteen
I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people in one room! My God! The entire ton must be here!” Vivi exclaimed, unable to tear her gaze from the sea of people below.
Vivi, Ella, and Alex stood on the upper level of Worthington House, looking down on the ballroom. They were shielded in an alcove on the second floor as they considered the mass of people who were here for the Worthington Ball. Each year, the duke and duchess hosted the grandest and most legendary ball of the season. No one who received an invitation missed the opportunity to attend.
Alex commented acerbically, “I think my mother may very well have invited the entire ton.”
She was watching the lady in question as she greeted the never-ending stream of guests pouring into the enormous ballroom. The room sat empty much of the year until mid-April, when its curtains were opened and the dustcloths were removed from its furniture for a thorough inspection in preparation for this night. Then, for weeks, servants shined the dozens of crystal chandeliers, polished the expansive oak and mahogany floor with beeswax, and washed the floor-to-ceiling windows to ensure that everything would be perfect for this evening.
And perfect it was. Thousands of candles were lit in the enormous candelabras hanging from the ceiling and standing around the room, giving the entire space a magical, golden glow. The orchestra was placed at the top of the room, farthest away from the entrance, obscured by shrubbery that had been brought into the room specifically to create the illusion of invisibility. Off the main chamber, directly underneath the girls, were multiple antechambers, each outfitted for a different purpose: a refreshment room complete with a spread of lemonade, wine, biscuits, and coffee; a supper room that would be opened midway through the ball; a card room for elderly guests to rest and play whist while keeping out a watchful eye for any juicy gossip; a men’s smoking room; and a ladies’ salon, offering a space to which ladies could escape in the case of damage to their elaborate gowns. Her mother had thought of everything, and that attention to detail was what set this event apart from the others of the season.
“It is quite a stunning sight,” Ella pointed out. “How many people do you think are here?”
Alex replied distractedly, “Between five and six hundred, I think.” She took a deep breath, as if preparing for battle, and turned to her friends. “Although there are three less than there should be, I venture to say. While I’d much rather stay up here and watch the whole event from afar, I have a feeling that someone will come looking for us if we don’t make an appearance soon.”
“Agreed.” Vivi looked at her friends and added, “And what a stunning appearance we shall make!”
She was right, of course. With the help of the remarkable Eliza, the three had dressed and applied their cosmetics to perfection. They were attired in gowns that had been made by Madame Fernaud for this particular event. Alex imagined they made a stunning trio. Vivi wore a gorgeous gold damask silk with a high Empire waist and fitted sleeves that accentuated her dark features and her already long, reedlike form. The color was certain to be the envy of every woman present, because it was such a difficult color to wear and yet it seemed as if it were created specifically for Vivian.
