She dreaded this year. Cursed it even. Sixteen meant coming out
before the queen and her introduction to society.
She was
surprised when her father summoned her to his study and presented her
with a private gift. A foil. As well as lessons with a master.
“If
your mother finds out, I will deny having any part in all of this.”
Her father winked at her, conspiratorially.
Helen hugged his
frail frame tightly. Dread giving way to hope for what the year would
bring. “Thank you, father!”
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