I was given a story prompt in a recent RWA thread and decided to go for it.
Story prompt: It was less than a second, but it changed everything.
I had finally done it. I had gotten my heart’s desire to notice me. I had been swooning over Charles Lancaster for years, spying on him across the room from my regular position at the wall. Other girls would pass by and giggle at those of us who congregated there.
Some were even cruel enough to offer their unsolicited advice when they noticed where my gaze wandered.
“Oh, Gabriella, you are positively deluded if you think to set you sights on Lancaster!”
“Gabby, you haven’t got a prayer!”
“YOU? And Charles Lancaster? Ha!”
So what if I fancied myself as the belle of the ball one day? Charles might notice me. I could dream. I certainly had no wish to become Mrs. Francis Cole or Mrs. Harry Knight. Those were my mother’s choices for me. She had no faith in my abilities to attract a man of importance, such as the heir to the Lancaster fortune. No, she thought I could do no better than a merchant or solicitor.