He smiles, amazed again, and rushes off. You look marvelous in a pink watered-silk gown. The thick strand of pearls around your neck sets off your creamy skin. You stand on the balcony overlooking the formal gardens, south. The scent of roses wafts up toward the full moon high above.
Music floats through the french windows from the ballroom to the north.
There are no other people here. In the ballroom, the clock chimes midnight. Suddenly, the moonlight is blocked by a tall broad-shouldered form. Ah, Mistress Sophia. I expected you to answer my note.