As Dorothea stepped into the brightly lit ballroom, her body began to stiffen, with the sudden flashback to her debut. Her previous (and first) season had been a remarkable success for the most part, or at least until a certain point.
Being called as the diamond of her season by no other than the Queen herself, the probabilities were infinite, but after dismissing the many suitors that came to court her, for the sake of marrying the son of her family friends of many years, James, who she had grown up as good friends. After all, it is known that if one wants to marry for love, they should marry their best friend. But life in fact wasn’t too supportive that the idea, and where was she now, standing in the middle of a ballroom, full of all the eligible suitors and debutants of the ton. This season was going to be dreadful.
If it was up to her, she wouldn’t have to endure this dreadful process again and drain herself in order of finding a husband, to fulfill her duty and continue the bloodline. And as an only child it was even harder, the entirety of the responsibility for the future generation rested solely on her shoulders. If it was her decision, she would wait a few years, live a little, study, travel, explore, but alas, she was a woman, so that wasn’t exactly in store for her.
Her attention was soon shifted at the presence of her friend Lord Baylor Rutherfeld, wearing a dark midnight blue suit that accentuated his better features ”Lord Baylor” she smiled gracefully as he came to greet her, nodding back in his direction. ”My choice of attire is usually rather adequate, or at least so I have been told” she responded with a graceful witty manner to her voice. ”But thank you for your kind words” she nodded as a light smile curled on her lips.
”my family is quite pleased, you know my mother adores balls and the opening ball might be one of her top three favorites at least, she had been expecting it for weeks now She added, glancing around until she spotted her mother, socializing and conversing with the rest of the thirsty mamas, observing the debutants and gossiping on the latest issue of Lady whistledown’s paper. ”have you noticed any potential prospects in this… oh so lovely ballroom? ” she asked, with a hint of sarcasm at the latter part. ”or maybe in Scotland?” she raised her brow playfully ”The Scottish charm… With that being said, how was Scotland? I want all the best of stories” she proceeded with a smile, genuinely curious about his recent trips