At the Bride Hunt Ball
Chapter One
"Don't fret, my dear. Perhaps one day you'll blossom into a beauty like my Harriet."
Miss Madelyn Haywood nibbled on her bottom lip as she weighed her choices. She could scream, making a frenzied dash for the French doors in the adjoining room, or she could retain her composure and nod agreeably.
"Ah . . . thank you," Madelyn replied. Politeness won.
"Don't look so forlorn." Lady Beauchamp waved her fan vigorously in a vain attempt to mask a belch. Her aunt's stale breath was a clear indication the woman was good and foxed. "There are still two more cards to be presented, yes? You could be so fortunate. It's said miracles happen all the time." She started to giggle, but a hiccup cut her short.
"Let me assure you I haven't the slightest inclination to receive one." Madelyn lifted her chin and pretended to look about the room.
"Oh dear," Lady Beauchamp exclaimed, closing her fan with a snap. "That's why you're here, why we're all here. What great fun is this! Just think, soon even you could have a chance to be a duchess!" Using her fan ... read full excerpt from: At the Bride Hunt Ball ebook