AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You haven’t mentioned my eyebrows,” said Miss Grandison, frowning.
“You appear to use them to good effect.”
Miss Grandison was surprised into a laugh.
“And I?” asked Miss Finch. There seemed to be an undertone of resentment or bitterness in her voice. Odd since she had the least to fear from society, considering her inheritance.
“New clothes and a haircut,” Cecelia replied. “We could call on my modiste tomorrow if you like.”
The appointment was agreed on.
“Oh, I hope this season goes well,” said Miss Moran.
“There will be another next year,” Cecelia said. She heard the trace of boredom in her voice and rejected it. She was not one of those languishing women who claimed to be overcome by ennui.
“I shan’t be here. It was always to be only one season for me.” Miss Moran clasped her hands together. “So I intend to enjoy itimmensely.”
