She had never considered herself any more than passably attractive, thinking of her fellow debutantes as beautiful butterflies to her own pale moth. She watched the social whirl with a gentle smile, finding herself no more than mildly amused by the gyrations of her peers.
And then she met Him.
He was tall and wide-shouldered and even the sound of his voice in another room was enough to set her stomach fluttering like a captive bird.
He bowed over her hand and looked down into her eyes.
“Dance with me, beautiful.”
From that night she was beautiful – and beloved