This is the sixteenth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
16. A Different World
|Image found on Sophie Moss' Blue Moon Album|
“I assure you, if the gentleman in question was me, I wouldn't have needed to resort to entertaining her in my carriage. That, Miss Charleston, is why my bed is such a sturdy antique.”
Alisa blushed at his rakish comment.
His company giggled and dropped a quiet murmur and expectant glance before smoothly exiting from the ballroom.
She breathed a sigh of relief but was still left half-frantic by the thought of discovery in the London street.
In a different world, it could’ve been because of Mr Hurst’s effortless disappearance.