Madelyn kept the curtains half drawn, permitting only a soft spill of the afternoon light into her chamber. It was sufficient to brighten the room and quite hidden that no curious eye might behold the ridiculous spectacle she was making of herself.
She stood up again after her second fall and breathed down.
Dancing could not possibly be so difficult, she convinced herself. It was merely a matter of determination.
Well, today, she was determined.
For several moments she stood still, staring at the chaise she had earlier pushed aside to clear a modest space upon the rug. The chair and writing table had been moved further towards the hearth too.
Margaret had danced gracefully a hundred times in the ballrooms of their acquaintance. She remembered them distinctly. Surely, she could manage to do the same.
Madelyn clasped her hands before her, drew a deep breath and stepped forward.
