Children playing dress-up, trying to emulate their elders.
Practice of another sort, her mother had called it. Onyx wasn’t certain what good all of this did.
Onyx wanted to escape the ball more than anything.
She didn’t mind being alone. Preferred it, actually, but she knew it made her mother look bad.
Here she was, the only eligible daughter of one of the most influential families in all Broadland, and she stood alone on the sidelines.