The space of the drawing room was empty. The First Gentleman that came was asked to wait outside. The walls of the drawing room were painted a soft, pale green, and tall windows let in the bright morning sunlight. A warm fire crackled in the marble fireplace.
Delaney sat on a comfortable, cream-colored sofa. Aunt Renee sat right beside her, acting as the perfect, strict chaperone.
Delaney smoothed the skirts of her pale yellow silk dress. She took a deep breath. She was entirely ready to face the long line of men waiting outside her door.
Mr. Benry, the butler, stood at the entrance. He cleared his throat and announced the very first caller.
"Mr. Rolfe Penhaligon, my lady," Mr. Benry said politely.
A young, nice-looking gentleman walked into the room. He wore a neat brown coat and held a simple walking stick. He looked incredibly nervous. His hands were shaking slightly as he offered a deep bow.
