Heather, Grace, Sophia and Middlesex
Sophia paused, every inch of her, a dancer proud of her elegance and skill. Then, gracefully with swishing silken skirts, she slid into a formal bow. Middlesex was a libertine, yes, but a talented dancer. Such a shame. She had no intention of succumbing to his advances. Returning the compliment, she said, â€œAs do you, milord. Perhaps the sun shall be envious?â€
Opening her fan, she fanned herself breezily. Her cheeks had gained more pink and her breath more heavy. Tilting her head slightly, she informed him, â€œA few more minutes around the room, and I shall be ready to depart then, milord.â€
She was all set to take another promenade around the room when a richly attired redhead lady along with another damsel had made their way towards her â€¦and her partner.
A small expression of confusion flitted from her face. Was the lady befuddled by drink? No, she had addressed her and her companion directly. A carriage ride? When she had already gained Middlesex as an escort? What was going â€¦.Oh! Oh! Here was her chance to cry off!
Praying that the good lord would forgive her very monumental lie, she greeted the redhead with the exuberance of an old acquaintance. With her most charming smile upon her face, she greeted the two ladies, â€œLady Grace, so charmed to make your acquaintance.â€ She curtsied to that damsel.
Addressing Heather, she said entreatingly, â€œMilady, do forgive my presumption but I thought that you had made other plans, otherwise I would have not committed myself to Lord Middlesex.â€
Putting her most apologetic expression, she said, â€œPlease do forgive me milord. I presumed too much before accepting your offer.â€