She was only getting more worried, he still hadn't sent an owl back, in fact there had been no word at all. She'd thought about some how contacting his father (she knew he wouldn't be to happy about it if he found out) but with not a single word, and it just seemed the sort of thing a parent needed to know about...
She only hoped that perhaps he would be coming back, come to the ball. He'd known about it, after all, she was hoping he'd just show. She wasn't even concerned with talking to him, just seeing him and knowing he was alright.
Sipping at her champagne, she looked around the room once more hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Or at least someone to help her keep her mind off things; because really she was not used to being a worrier.