SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

and fell, and then she turned again.

She had watched other women dance all evening while standing near the wall with a cup of warm punch in her hand. She had counted the tiles on the ceiling when she grew tired of watching.

Nobody had asked her to dance, as nobody ever did. She was too poor to be a prize and too proper to be a scandal, remaining invisible continue reading …