The rest of the ball was a blur. I must have danced with at least two dozen different prospective suitors.
None of them asked me any interesting questions. All were complimentary of my beauty. Most seemed to think that I was nothing more than a pretty, empty-headed doll.
Not the frightening duke though. He complimented my intelligence. And that weird guy, Al. He seemed more like someone from my world than anyone else I had met here. Maybe that was why I had fun with him.
The next day our house was flooded with bouquets and calling cards from potential suitors but the one that stood out to me most was the bag of cream puffs from Carmine's Bakery. The calling card simply had an A on it. I'm pretty sure it was from Al. So he still wanted to hide his full name, huh?
Father had a book of nobility lineage in his library that I read when I first got here so I would know who was who. I mentally went through the list of all the names that included 'Al.'
