Chapter 83 None Of Them Were Invited

Theodore I shook his hand and nodded. Then, he shooed us off, and I followed Violet through the garden, stopping now and then as she made introductions. Each new face came with a title, a history, and a handshake or polite nod. It was all a little overwhelming—not because it was difficult to keep up, but because I’d spent so much of my life imagining that noble events like these would be a minefield of rigid etiquette and judgmental stares. I'd hated even the idea of being caught up in this nonsense, but it was nothing like I'd feared.