Introducing Miss Joanna (Once a Wallflower #2) - Maggi Andersen Page 0,10
and watched tumblers, clowns, and bareback riders stand atop galloping horses in an awe-inspiring display. A loud collective gasp rose from the crowd as a rider dived through a ring of fire and landed back on the horse. Aunt Mary squealed and put her hands to her face when a tight-rope walker high on a rope above the ring appeared about to tumble to his death but caught the rope just in time. It was all part of the act. Silence fell as a beautiful white horse danced to a tune played by a fiddler. And then it was over.
As they left in the crowd, Aunt Mary grabbed Jo’s arm. “I believe I saw Mrs. Millet.”
“Mrs. Millet is here?” Her father turned to look. “Where?”
Aunt Mary searched the jostling crowd. “I cannot find her now. Perhaps I was mistaken.”
“I’m sure you were, Mary,” he said. “I told Mrs. Millet of our plans. She would join us, I’m sure.”
“It is Mrs. Millet,” Jo said. She departed the arena with a tall, thin man with white hair. He glanced over his shoulder, and for a moment, his gray eyes met Jo’s. She shivered. They were the coldest eyes she had ever seen.
“I suppose she couldn’t find us in this crowd,” her father said.
Jo smiled and took his arm, but it left her perturbed.
As the days passed, Jo gained confidence in finding her way around Mayfair and its environs with Sally, and they returned to the dressmaker’s rooms again. Jo’s ballgown was not the muslin she’d hoped for, but a beautiful pale blue sarsnet, worn over a white satin slip, cut low, with a sash of satin riband, fastened in a bow in front and ornamented with a deep trimming of net. It was quite the loveliest dress she’d ever seen. The rest of her wardrobe would be delivered later in the afternoon. After a last fitting, Jo had her hair cut by the hairdresser Letty recommended.
The woman set about the task, comb and scissors poised, while Jo sat nervously in the chair. Inches were lopped off and fell in piles on the floor. When she finished, Jo, unsure, glanced this way and that in the mirror. She felt light-headed as she came home with Sally. Calling for the tea tray and a special request for scones, she sank into a chair in the parlor.
A kitchen maid brought in the tea tray. She unstacked the tea things onto the table. “Oh, you’ve had your hair cut, Miss Dalrymple. It’s ever so smart with those shorter bits in front.”
Relieved, Jo smiled at the maid. Not that she was particularly vain about her hair, she just wanted to look right. “Thank you, Milly.” She was on good terms with all the servants, except the butler, who maintained his snobbish demeanor. “Mm, scones and lemon tarts, my favorites, please thank Cook.”
“I will, miss.” Milly bobbed and left the room.
Pleased with her day, Jo poured the tea from the rose painted teapot into porcelain cups for herself and her father, who had just wandered in. Aunt Mary had declared herself weary and asked to have a tray sent to her room.
She drank her tea, then left her father puffing on his pipe and reading the broadsheets to go to her bedchamber. Sally hovered over a pile of boxes and brown-paper packages. Her blue eyes danced, a pair of scissors already poised in her hand. “Ooh, Miss Jo, shall I cut the string?”
Jo hurried over to the bed. “Please do, Sally.”
Soon, the empty boxes sat discarded on the floor along with piles of tissue paper. The ball gown was perfect. She would look just the thing when at her next ball.
They received another invitation to a ball close by in Mayfair. Her father told her that Mrs. Millet was working tirelessly on their behalf. He had learned she’d fallen on hard times since Mr. Millet died.
Sally, who was quickly learning her role of lady’s maid, curled Jo’s hair in papers. The evening of the ball, Jo sat before the mirror in her chemise and petticoats while Sally coaxed her curls into a modern style, lower on the forehead and partly braided with a half-wreath of spring flowers. A light application of powder and Jo slipped into the ballgown. She wore her mother’s pearl earrings and the gold heart-shaped locket her father had given her for her birthday. With the addition of a pretty shawl, shoes of white satin, and white gloves above the elbow, Jo was ready.