Helen smoothed her skirts once again.
She twisted her fingers
nervously as she looked around the room. The names were more familiar
to her than the faces. Her mother had insisted that she attend and
represent the family. But Helen feared the impression she would give
would be lackluster at best. This was supposed to be her world. This
society of jewels and champagne. Of glamor and nobility.
Why
did it feel like she didn't belong here, then?
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