The Anticipated Ball
This is a work of fiction… I turned the envelope over and over in my hand. Should I open it? I re-read the writing in the front of the envelope. ‘To Susie Mason. I’m Waiting.’ The letter I had been waiting for. I put my nerves aside and slowly peeled the envelop open. The smell of lavender wafted out of it, almost making my eyes water. Cautiously I opened out the letter. The writing was scrolled and difficult to read but my eyes soon adjusted to the change of fonts: ‘My dearest Susie, I...