'Of all the things!' Emma spotted her friend, sitting with the other young matrons as the dancers swirled around them. The room baked in the glow of the crystal chandeliers. The committee had ensured the rooms were festooned with greenery, giving it a very festive look. 'Is there something wrong?' Emma asked, as she noticed Lucy's brows puckering. 'I haven't seen you wear a dress like that in years...not since...well, since your mother became seriously ill,' Lucy replied, holding out her hand. 'Are you going back on the marriage mart? Giving up on your determination to lead the solitary life?' Emma shook her head. 'I made an unwise bargain.' 'A bargain? Do tell me more.' Lucy patted the seat beside her and Emma sank gratefully down. She had forgotten how many petticoats a ballgown required, and how much the weight increased. 'If you look now, you will see that my sister-in-law is seething.' 'Why?' Emma looked with interest to where Lottie Charlton stood, listening to Dr Milburn.
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