Lady Amanda's parties were always a wonder. No matter, the dowager held herself with such pride. Especially, tonight.....she was glittering. And not, in the good sense, Joan thought wryly.
Her every syllable was overdone, that it resulted in flamboyance, but her moccasin hued necklace was rather pretty. The party had begun in a full swing, and the wine was flowing freely. Joan decided to take a swig, but genteel ladies were not allowed to do so. And the air of gossips declared it was plonk. The cheapest type of wine that was amber hued.
The men and ladies with their flotilla of companions, were aglow with laughter, that tipped funnily, and the genteel ladies clung to their mothers, the exceedingly aggravating ones, who watched the handsome men like a hawk, their large eyes' glued to the men of the ton.
Joan blinked, even her own mother wanted the same thing. So Joan had to be a touch too careful tonight; one wrong step, and she'd be married.
Joan ran off to her mother. Joan's mother was chattering amiably, with Joan's aunt, who was Joan's mother's first and favorite cousin.
"Priscilla, may I commend upon your dress? " Joan's mother, Caroline said "the lavender hue is utmost divine!"
"Caroline dear, you know my dresses are woven by madame Georgiana herself!" Aunt Priscilla said.
"Older women looking beautiful tonight" Joan said as she joined them and smiled "ladies, I'd ode my life to your beautiful souls."
"Souls or their dresses?" came a voice from Joan's back.
Joan hurled behind in surprise. It was Sophie! Aunt Priscilla's daughter and Joan's best cousin, who had gone to Italy for two months for a trip, and had returned yesterday.
"Sophie!" Joan exclaimed "Sophie!Sophie! Sophie!"
"WE KNOW HER NAME", Joan's mother muttered from behind.
Joan swirled around and let out an oh! of surprise.
She faced back to Sophie, hugged her and said "I missed you!"
Sophie, always the sweetheart, hugged her back and said "I did too !"
And then they went over to the lemonade corner to get themselves some of the refreshment, and Joan thought, about how perfect, the night was going to be.
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The Woman Of My Dreams ✔
RomanceSet in 1825, in London, during the regency era. Joan Winset, our heroine, is considered the town's nosiest woman. Her gossips are so popular that they are almost considered amusing. But can the innocent talks of her hurt someone so terribly that...
