Marietta had no desire to go to the gala. She'd been going to various parties since she was old enough to walk. And in recent years she'd come to understand the absurdity of it all. Everyone who attended wore a mask and she hated them all. But, it was expected of her and Marietta didn't have the strength to go against expectations. And, so, she dresed in a new gown and tamed her curls and allowed Rolf to escort her to Scotland.
A small part of Marietta loved getting away from London. She loved the fresh air and the cool breeze on her shoulders as they walked the carpet. Even though she hadn't hid their relationship, more than one eyebrow was raised as the famous Rolf took Marietta into the gala. He was out of her league and she knew it.
Once inside, Marietta turned and kissed Rolf lightly. "Let's go home now," she said softly. "We've been seen, we've made our entrance. Can we just go home?"