Caroline was entranced with anticipation of her entrance into society.
Debutante balls had been going on in New York City since the beginning of time it seemed, but this one was special simply because it was hers!
Selfish, she knew she was; but it didn’t matter, she’d waited 18 years for this moment.
The very idea of walking down the enormous staircase into the ballroom on her father’s arm with all eyes turned to her thrilled her.
The outrageously expensive designer gown was perfect, her hair set, no coiffed, and her professional make UP job would turn every other girl in the room to vapor.
That’s what she wanted, to entrance them with her entrance as much as she was entranced with the archaic tradition.
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This week’s prompt was entrance.