Lucie was in attendance at one of the Hargraves’ fancy balls. Smartly dressed gentlemen and ladies danced the Quadrille and the Cotillion.
“Will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?”
Turning, Lucie found herself staring up into Trevelyan’s handsome, saturnine features.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
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This was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt Word Saturnine.
Sources: Burrows; Early Dance Circle; Wikipedia
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