Violet's P.O.V
Father talked non-stop about Mother through the rest of the dinner. After our meals had ended with father placing his spoon neatly on his plate, everyone rushed back onto the dance floor to continue dancing with their partners, some still looking for theirs within the gathered crowd on the sidelines. Looking into the people who danced in pairs and groups, wishing they were among the sea of moving people.
I only sat in the throne-like seat next to my father who was chatting away with who introduced himself as the Duke of the North. I could feel the stares his son gave me and tried to ignore them the best I could. If he ever asked for my hand to dance, the swarm of men who were all staying on one side to have a clear view of me would take the chance of taking my hand next to the dance floor.
