Belle of the Ball

by Ana Cristina

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“Miss Delacourt, you seem to have become the belle of the ball. I shan’t keep your admirers at bay any longer, for fear that I’ll be engaged in a duel. May I have your dance card?”

“Whatever for?”

“My dear Miss Delacourt, I do believe you are funning with me. Surely you know the function of dance cards. If I don’t pen my name down for another dance now, I probably won’t get the chance again tonight.”

I laughed nervously as I handed him my card. I honestly didn’t know how dance cards worked. Lady Huxtable always made me carry one, but this was the first time I’d ever danced at a ball, let alone had to use my card.

After scratching his name down for ten o’clock, he essayed a deep bow and left me with alone with three unfamiliar men.

“Er, now who was first?” I smiled, unsure of what to do next. I needn’t have worried. They quickly took care of matters, filling out my card, one of them arguing with the other two when he insisted on claiming two dances in a row.

I found myself looking forward to ten o’clock.

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  1. Belle of the Ball

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    Posted 8 days ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    A very fun scene to visualize, the three guys jostling for position around the lady who winds up rather unsure of the whole thing.

  2. Belle of the Ball

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    Posted 8 days ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    And thought I’d throw in another sequel. Hope you don’t mind the occasional addition. There’s no way I can keep up, but it’s fun to throw in a scene here and there.

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