Clarissa Bevington exclaimed, looking about in flush-faced wonderment. Truly, she had never seen her grandfather’s ballroom look more beautiful, nor felt any more special. She inhaled deeply, delighting in the heady scent of roses and delphinium. At the far end of the ballroom, the head footman, Mr. Ollister, carefully lowered an enormous crystal punch bowl onto the tea board. The housekeeper, Mrs. Brightmore, perched at the top of a ladder, steadied by two housemaids, certain she’d glimpsed a sneaky bit of dust atop an archway that none of the rest of them had been able to see. The room had been thickly festooned in garlands, and profuse arrangements of pink and ivory flowers overflowed urns that had been placed before each of the massive Corinthian columns that lined the marble floor. Cook’s voice could be heard shouting orders, all the way from the kitchens. Clarissa Bevington grabbed Daphne, her older sister, by the hands and together they spun in wide circles across the ballroom floor, blonde curls and skirts flying.
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