"𝔒𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔥
ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯
𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔯"
Juliana Marshall was not meant to be a Lady of High Society in England. She would make a name for herself, without a husband, regardless o...
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lady lazarus, chapter two
ballroom dances
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Juliana hated it, but she had to admit that the Modiste had an amazing way with fabric. The deep navy blue gown fit her well, forcing her back to straighten and make her look every bit the part of the obedient daughter. The golden stars and suns that were embroidered within the blue fabric made her a sight for sore eyes, but she did not plan on letting anyone dote on her long enough to admire the beauty of her gown.
She had a plan to slip away upon first arriving at the ball, her brother Oliver would offer to escort her– as always, and they would sneak away from the party. Avoiding suitors and the bothersome Ladies of High Society.
It had been this way since she first was introduced to society. Oliver didn't mind fueling her antics– mainly because they fueled his own, but he also wasn't ready to see his little sister go. He rather enjoyed her company and knew she'd be miserable if she were forced into a loveless marriage. Or any marriage at all.
It was going to be harder than usual to slip away, considering the fact her mother wasn't going to leave her alone tonight, but she'd find a way. Her mother wouldn't really send her off to France because of a silly party, right?
They had arrived at the Danbury estate, to attend one of the most important balls of the season— for people looking to marry, of course. The magnificence of it all never failed to annoy Juliana. Flowers, drinks, and food were plentiful and no doubt wasted. So much for something so trivial. People in London partied and consumed in excess, while others died of starvation in the streets.
Juliana was no saint, that she knew, she was privileged and grateful for her family's newly acquired status, but she would always remember where her family came from. Her father worked hard to be where he is now, and he suffered greatly on the way there.
Juliana wished that society would empathize with the pain the lower class felt and help them out, but upper society only cared about themselves. Terrified that one day their way of life would be wiped out due to the lower class. Juliana's family was just one example of how the world was changing. Many of the families in the ton loathed the Marshalls due to this.
