She had no desire to go through the social season and hoped to convince her parents that she didn’t need to do so. Most likely she would lose this argument, but she had to try. If only she could muster up the enthusiasm for such show as Mary Beth, who had talked about nothing else in the week since her family returned to Kansas. All the while Mary Beth talked about dresses to wear and whom she might meet, Amelia had been devising ways to get out of the entire ordeal. No good plan had materialized, so now she had to face her parents and let them know she didn’t really want to participate as one being presented. Attending wouldn’t be a problem, but the parading of herself as a young woman now eligible for marriage created a bitter taste. She pasted on a smile and entered the room. “Sorry, I’m late, Mama, Papa. My hair gave me fits this morning.” Not exactly the truth, but not a complete fabrication either for she had changed hairstyles twice. Papa eyed her with a smile. “You look lovely, my dear.”
