Chapter Forty-Two: The Belle of The Ball.

Elizabeth’s gaze met mine easily, I mean, I was the only person left standing, and then she winked at me, to which I responded by bowing my head quickly in a fancy and exaggerated manner.

Vincent suddenly squeezed the hand that he had let go of earlier, before the bowing, and I had almost turned to face him when a man dressed in black appeared beside me, startling me, then he whispered in a low tone.

“My lady.” The man bowed then presented a golden fan that matched well with my gloves. “From the Marquess.”