As the hour drew near, it was as if the manor had turned into a beacon, vibrating with life, it did. Voices echoed louder through the hallways and became more frequent, the sound of footsteps and hard surfaces bumping rose to the darkening sky as everyone scrambled to put things right for the awaited night.
Comers in and out never ceased as carriages pulled at the entrance one after the other delivering the honorable guests to their destination.
In the entertainers' dressing room, Arabella faced a mirror that was bigger than her in all of its proportions.
Turning periodically to her sides to ensure the perfection she thought she owed her gracious hosts. Although from time to time, her eyes would lock onto the collar around her neck that held her precious pendant in place.
That piece of fabric had been the only part that survived the fate of Mr Kallum's dress and came out of it unscathed.
Fortunately, its style and colors fit amazingly with Nerina's gown.
"Let me see you,"
