A missing debutante.
“Her name was Sara. It was her first ball. As a debutante, she had been drilled, dressed and nagged into the ideal. But she was nervous, as so much of her future was riding on this Season.
“It turned out that she needn’t have worried. The minute she swept into the melee of glittering women and handsome men, all eyes were on her. Sara was inundated by eager swains who wanted their name on her dance card. All her spaces were filled and she danced the night away.
“When she managed to sit out a dance to rest, she found the handsomest man in the room beside her. From then on, she was lost. All she wanted to see was him.
“When the festivities began to wind down, the man she had become hopelessly infatuated with, James Tarkington, offered to take her home in his car . Indecisively, Sara fingered the diamond and topaz necklace she’d been given by her parents for her coming out. Tarkington took her hand and covered it with kisses until any reservations were swept away.
“Several people saw her getting into the sleek auto and leaving. But no one else ever saw her again. Sara was my favorite cousin whom I miss very much. This is her home,” said our grandmother.
“What happened to her?” asked Rosalind.
“No one knows. I certainly don’t. As for the mysterious suitor we had all seen her with, he never showed his face in high society again. A few times since, I’ve seen her roaming the halls of this house, crying for her lost love and without that gorgeous necklace!”
Although we usually had no problem sleeping over at grandma’s house, that night all three of us girls stayed awake, eager to catch a glimpse of poor, lovelorn Sara.