The news she had been expecting, though her little sister knew nothing of Francois presence at Park House. Nor did her mother. “Oh mother, mother, Richard is going to have a masked ball at Park House. We are all invited.” She swirled about, in pretence of dance. “Isn’t that wonderful news?” “Sit down, sit down, you make me quite giddy with your silliness,” said their mother, a flicker of a smile. “And what date is this ball to be held upon?” Leohne handed their mother a rather grand gold leaf embossed card. “It is a month tomorrow.” “Oh my goodness,” exclaimed their mother. “So little time to . . .” She glanced up from the card. “No doubt you will both wish to have new gowns, is that not so? Her eyes then veered to Diamonta. “I dare say you were aware of this proposed masked ball before today, and never so much as thought to tell me.” Why did her mother always sniff out sense of deception, and then attempt to pin it on her. “It was talked about, and I sworn to secrecy.
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