Her friends laughed.
“You are both glowing,” Charlene said before inspecting Maddie’s gown. “But this issorcery.”
Maddie groaned.
“Our friend is finally dressing like someone with sense,” Ashley said smugly.
“And she’s griping about it,” Maddie added.
Charlene surveyed her with a critical eye. “You must wear it. The world deserves to see your bosom.”
“Char!” Maddie exclaimed. “You know my mother will faint if she finds out.”
“She probably will,” Charlene chirped. “But that’s her problem.”
“Where’s Rotheworth?” Maddie asked about Charlene’s husband, the Duke of Rotheworth.
“Oh, he went to go inspect the horses, naturally.”
“Again?”
“Of course.” Ashley giggled like only a woman in love would indulging her husband’s affection for his equestrian friends.
“Are you ready to head down?” Ashley asked, giving her a reassuring smile.
Maddie inhaled. “I’m ready.” And as soon as she spoke the words, she knew she hadn’t meant them. Being ready was terrifying.
Ashley beamed. “Then let us surprise everyone with your beauty.”
“Wait,” Maddie said, gripping Ashley’s arm. “I’m not ready.”
“Why?” Charlene asked. “What’s the matter?”
Maddie let out a breath. “You’ll think I’m foolish, but… What if everyonelaughsat me?”
Ashley blinked. “Why would they?”
Maddie hesitated.
“If they do,” Ashley said, voice firm, “it’s only because they’re intimidated. And that, Maddie, is their problem. Not yours.”
Maddie laughed weakly. Jealous? Ofher?
She glanced at her reflection again.
She’d dared to defy her mother. That had been difficult. Surely she could handle a little embarrassment. A little fear.
Embrace discomfort.
Yes, this counted.
This most definitely counted!
And Maddie was about to find out what happened when a girl like her dared to be seen. Even to a small group of people. Most of whom she already knew. The question was who did she want to see her?
*
Sebastian tugged hisgreatcoat tighter around his shoulders as a chilly winter wind hit him from all sides. He wanted to be in bed but as Thomas’s best friend, he felt a responsibilityto greet the other guests. The good ones at least. Excluding, of course, Paisley.
