Frankly, the whole idea sounded wonderful. She was sick of events and balls and people who only cared about her for her name. Of her mother's lessons and lectures and constant attempts to give her away to the man from the best family. Of being expected to uphold traditions that she couldn't stand and that would never make her happy just to uphold the family name. She needed something real, something genuine, but there was something real about the world she came from. Perhaps that was why this, whatever this was, was happening, because he was honest and free and real in a way she never was.
"I'm not sure I've ever grinned like a fool," she responded thoughtfully, half teasingly, "but I know the feeling." And she preferred the secret victory. It was probably just another product of her breeding, but the thrill had always come from pretending to think one thing while doing another, from working within the system rather than breaking out of it. And it was easier that way, easier to not make waves.
"If only more people were willing to change. These people- we- are so set in our ways, but it's ridiculous because our ways are wrong. But no one's willing to do something about it. So I can defy it all I want, but it won't do any good for anyone else. The only thing it will result in is getting disowned. That's a risk I'm planning to take, but it's not one you can expect everyone to." That was more than she had been intending to say, and she fell silent with a sigh.