Midnight Masquerade

The Diamonds Dilemma

The morning air was crisp and fragrant as the Sinclairs' carriage made its way toward the Herrington estate. Evelina sat by the window, her gaze sweeping over the rolling hills and manicured gardens that stretched far beyond the horizon. The sky was a soft, cloudless blue, and the sun shimmered gently against the dew-kissed grass. The scent of fresh blooms drifted in through the open window, mingling with the faint perfume of lavender Evelina had dabbed on her wrists earlier.

Across from her, Henry lounged casually, fiddling with the cufflinks on his sleeves, looking every bit the devil-may-care gentleman. Lady Margaret sat beside him, her posture ramrod straight, as regal as ever. Her gown, a deep emerald green, seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, the fabric catching every flicker of movement.

"I do hope you'll behave today, Henry," Lady Margaret said, her voice stern but with a hint of affection. "The Herringtons' gatherings are always the talk of the season. I trust you don't want to be the cause of any new gossip."

Henry smirked, giving his mother a sidelong glance. "Why, Mother, you wound me. I am always the picture of respectability."

Evelina, barely able to suppress a laugh, shook her head. "Yes, when you're asleep, perhaps."

He grinned, leaning toward her. "Ah, sister, your wit cuts deep. But not to worry, I have every intention of behaving like the perfect gentleman today."

Lady Margaret huffed softly. "Let's hope that remains true."

The Herrington estate came into view as they approached. The grandeur of the mansion was breathtaking, its tall columns gleaming white against the backdrop of towering oak trees. The gardens surrounding the estate were filled with vibrant bursts of color, roses, and lilies blooming in a riot of reds, yellows, and pinks. The scent of freshly turned earth mingled with the floral perfume, creating an intoxicating blend.

As their carriage pulled up, a line of liveried footmen waited to assist the guests. The sounds of laughter and the hum of conversation echoed from the large outdoor pavilion where most of the guests were gathered. Musicians played a light, cheerful melody in the background, their instruments barely rising above the chatter.

Henry offered Evelina his arm as they stepped down from the carriage, and Lady Margaret swept past them, her head held high. The crowd was a sea of silk and lace, feathered hats and jeweled hairpins gleaming in the sun. Ladies in gowns of every imaginable color strolled the gardens, parasols in hand, while the gentlemen, in their tailored coats and waistcoats, discussed matters of politics, society, and business.

Evelina couldn't help but feel the weight of expectation settling on her shoulders once again. As the Queen's diamond, she was not just another debutante. Every glance, every whisper seemed to follow her, as though the ton waited with bated breath for her next move.

"Do try to enjoy yourself, sister," Henry said with a teasing smile as they made their way toward the pavilion. "We wouldn't want that diamond crown of yours to weigh you down too much."

Evelina rolled her eyes but smiled in return. "I shall try, but with you by my side, I fear my attempts at decorum will be in vain."

As they entered the pavilion, Lady Margaret excused herself to speak with a few other matrons, and Henry immediately drifted off to join a group of young gentlemen near the drinks table. Evelina took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of familiar faces. The scent of pastries, tea, and sweet wine filled the air, and waiters weaved through the guests with silver trays of refreshments.

Before Evelina could make her way further into the crowd, a familiar voice called out, "Lady Evelina, a word, if you please."

She turned to find the Queen herself, standing near the edge of the pavilion, her regal presence commanding immediate attention. A hush fell over the nearby guests as Evelina approached, curtsying deeply.