The twittering of birds outside were already present when she closed her eyes to sleep. Going back to her usual schedule felt like a dream, and Evelina almost did not want to leave her cousin's home for it. It was as if she found a way to forget all that was going wrong with her life.
And to top it as the best sleep she had ever gotten! She dreamt a story of how she was the center of a ball, a celebration of something she had successfully done. Lionel was there, and they danced and danced like how they did before, hands finding another, foreheads pressed against each other. Only when she leaned in for a kiss did they stop. He drew himself back lightly, shaking his head.
By the next moment, he passed her to a charming lad, face hidden, yet the sight seemed to stir her stomach with excitement, her heart fluttering and giving her an unusual tickle.
