Ava basked in the attention, letting the whispers and admiring glances wash over her like a warm tide.

Every nod, every compliment only fueled her confidence. She had heard rumors from her carefully placed sources: the Queen Mother had destroyed the breeder’s dress and forbade Lady Beatrice from providing another.

It seemed that the girl would have no way to attend the lively banquet tonight. A small, satisfied smile tugged at Ava’s lips.

Finally, the doors opened, and all conversation ...