Most people assume that the girls sitting along the walls during balls, cotillions, and assemblies are to be pitied and looked down upon with no small amount of sympathy. Surely, they are sad creatures with uninteresting pasts, who have present lives of little consequence, and who will have bleak futures with no husbands, children or homes of their own, merely because they do not dance. 

In the eyes of Violet Starling that made most people idiots.

(Part one of a four part series of short stories featuring my favorite sort of women - wallflowers)