Debutante Book Novels & Stories

Regina scratched her neck, which wasn't itchy; she had forgotten such an important thing because of what had happened earlier. As soon as she came down the stairs, a man should have approached her and asked her to dance. Unfortunately, that didn't happen because Selina almost made her fall. Then there was a strange man who suddenly helped her, and after that, no one came near Regina. So she forgot about the real debutante. Debutante is when a noble lady comes of age. The event began with the lady herself dancing with the young lord who asked her to dance. "But if someone had asked me to dance. Maybe I won't forget," Regina said with a smile.

The barman kept serving her more cups of vodka and she kept pouring it down her throat thinking about her boy issues. Just then, her eyes caught, someone again. It was Mrs. Debra. She was wondering around, looking at all the girls with black long hair if it was Anabella. She looked at her phone from time to time to see if I've called. “I have to take Plan C now” Kaylle said to herself as she went to meet Debra. “Hey, Mrs. Debra!” She greeted. “Hello dear.” She answered surprised but she was still looking around for Ana.

She moved closer and embrace her sister in a tight hug. Janette swallowed another knot of tears as she stared at the pile of books before her. She picked the first one and scanned the title: the manners that win, win what? She pondered, she opened the second one at random and began to read: never open your mouth when chewing food in any social gathering, don’t bite your fingernails, it would be considered as a gaucherie in the presence of others. Janette hissed and thumped the book shut. Trying to read all these trivial things seemed useless. Who doesn’t know is bad to bite their fingernails? But she still does it, anyway. She was still sitting alone on the table inside the library when with

In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter. Less than an hour later, she tosses the finished book down and slips back downstairs for yet another snack. Coming out of the kitchen with a spoon to a tub of peanut butter, she catches sight of her mother's Kindle lying on the coffee table in the living room, unattended. With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series.

Emily could not be happier. It has been a rough year for her as her parents have been killed in a carriage accident and her brother was nowhere to be found. Emily has given up searching for her brother as she has no money or resources to do so. She can only hope that this new life that she chose will be much better than the life of a Lady in the town. She can hardly remember her time as a debutante when she would attend lavish balls and elegant parties just to catch the eye of a suitor. It was useless as she would disappear in the background whenever she could.

The royal family will be attending as well. The butler guided me down the carriage and led me inside the enormous ballroom of Buckingham Palace. The royal announcer talked with my butler and without wasting a second I heard my name called out into the ballroom making my heart anxiously skip a beat. “Miss Clara of the Revington House!” The trumpets soon made a regal sound. I walked down the golden staircase and led myself to the ball. This was my very first debut to the public and I can not help but to feel utterly nervous, especially when I do not know who to mingle with.

Abigail gave them their bowls, and everyone started eating. “So.” Began Angela, “How did you sleep?” she asked. Jenna smiled, “Very well. Thank you.” Angela smiled, “Good. Now, tomorrow night, we are having a ball. I would like to debut you then.” Jenna almost choked on her oatmeal and Angela laughed. “What’s a debut?” asked Jenna. Angela smiled, “It’s when we tell all the court about you Everyone who attends court will be there. It’s a perfect time.” Jenna gave a weary smile and Angela laughed again, “Let me guess, no balls or debuts in your timeline.”

“Oh, sweet Bianca, are you trying to learn how to gossip as well? I failed to notice you but it’s such a rare sight for you to be here.” “Oh no, it’s not like that. It is true that it has been a while since I last attended a party like this but seeing everyone here tonight having so much fun, I can’t help but feel envious.” Alicia responded still having Bianca’s gummy smile plastered on her face. “Gossiping indeed is enjoyable. It’s a weird stress reliever for us daughters of rich family. It’s such an escape to talk badly.” “I heard that that is exactly the reason why Mrs. Lim always hosts such parties and why it can innocently appear as a fancy gathering.”

I let out a groan as I turned away from the mirror in front of me, now facing the figure who’s seated relaxed on the sofa. Augusta leaned forward, she uncrossed her arms and rested her palm onto the edge of the sofa. “Larissa, the debutante ball is three days away. You have to pick wisely on the gown you’ll be wearing, otherwise the nobles will be judging you. Not to mention it’s your first public appearance.”

If he had, whatever that lay between the families would have died for as long. Carlisle did not like the woman, and Alexander concurred. She was one of the debutantes of society; spoiled, educated to a core, never needing to do or think without the assistance of their fathers, brothers or husbands. And the embodiment of boredom. Carlisle held no fondness for the woman he was to marry, a sentiment that Alexander shared and understood wholeheartedly. Lady Cossington was one of society's debutantes: spoiled, entitled, groomed and religiously refined to be a 'perfect' wife, one whose existence seemed devoid of independent thought or action, accustomed to relying on the support of either their fa