"With that one waltz, Hannah almost came to believe that Ephraim Marston took her seriously — that she was more than a little girl tripping him up and irritating him. With the way he fixed his eyes upon hers and held her in his arms, she felt like a woman for the first time in her life, and a confidence that she'd never known filled her soul. Then, as if a storm brewed within him, Ephraim's expression grew worrisome. The music stopped, he mumbled his thanks, turned and exited the ballroom, leaving Hannah standing there wondering what she had done to set him off this time."
A fictional story based on a true account of the author's great-grandparents. (Publisher website)