"I believe that is a very bad idea."
A few days ago, I had told Matilda half of my plan. She spent most of that time telling me to rest and ignore the ball.
But how could I not care? The man I cherished most was about to engage someone else. I couldn't just watch it happen.
"Trust me this once. Pretty please?"
Matilda gave me a perplexed look, biting her tongue. She checked the door to ensure we were alone, then took my hand. "I'll get one for you when I go to town," she said with a tired sigh. "But you must promise not to make a scene."
I gave her a brief nod. I wasn't sure I could keep that promise.
~AT THE BALL~
"Isabel!" she hissed in shock when she saw me carrying a tray to the table. With my back to the guests, I grinned at her.
Matilda wore a white maiden dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail that made her smooth skin and cat-like eyes stand out.
