It was a night of yes.
Yes to the White House masquerade. Yes to a private tour by President John Tyler himself. Yes to hearing the soft strings and lull of party conversation as they ventured further into the candlelit corridors.
It was a night of yes for Julia Gardiner until it wasn’t at all.
“No!” She couldn’t possibly have heard him right. President Tyler shouldn’t have— wouldn’t have asked for her hand in marriage. “No.”
A forceful shake of her head caused the tassel of her hat to slap him. “No.”