So many dinner parties necessitate a couple's waltz.
She couldn't dance, was she supposed to just stand there and watch her date invite another girl to dance right in front of her?
If she couldn't even dance, couldn't even play the piano, what good was she?
In high society, she was nothing short of a pariah!
Was this some cosmic joke, to take back everything she learned from the Collins family?
Martin held her close, allowing her to vent her frustrations in his embrace.
"Why, why must this happen to me." Serena sobbed uncontrollably, "Why?"
Her tears flowed like rivers, her sorrow seemingly endless, "Why does Rosemary, after all the hardships,still come back so beautiful, so glorified to that home, with so many skills to her name, while I, after my
struggles, am left with nothing but the aftermath?"
Why had fate stripped her of her prized beauty and status?
Why was she rendered unable to walk unaided, to relearn how to use utensils for eating?
Why?
