It was the perfect chance to measure character and position. Had it been Paris, it would be a much more spectacular event. But in La Rochelle, it was enough to have the honor of an invitation. That night, Fara attended with her uncle as her escort. She silently hoped she might see Capitaine Hill at least once more before her uncle chose yet another suitor. She wore a gown of pure white with matching adornments and a trace of gold ribbon threaded throughout. Her uncle wore a gray suit lined with navy, a simple fashion for a businessman of his stature. She could not be certain why the man had never married…perhaps he'd not wanted more reminders of his place in society. He'd only wanted the best of business ventures. She knew now that even his social life was business-related. She was a hindrance to him, a piece of property, not a niece, and certainly not a relative. His relentless pursuit of a suitor made his obvious desire to be rid of her quite clear.
