Tom had found himself to be quite hesitant on this matter. Perhaps if he invited her brother Henry to come from Hartfordshire with his lovely wife. And her sister too, of course. Jane might attend knowing that Cassandra and Henry would be there as well.
It's settled then. He told himself as he sat to pen a letter to his aunt. Surely she will come now.
Resting back in his chair, Tom tried to calm his excitement while visions of Jane Austen danced in his head. She would be the most beautiful woman in the room by far. Strutting through the doors, head held high in her most dazzling ball gown. He would ask her for the first dance, of course. She would quickly agree, as she was most agreeable a woman. They would dance all evening, staring into one another's eyes as if they were the only two in the room that night.
Two days later after receiving his invitation, Tom's aunt and cousin arrived from Hampshire ready to begin preparations. "Dear aunt, I must extend my greatest gratitude for your arrival. For I know nothing of balls and such. And many thanks to you as well, cousin." He greeted them warmly, so grateful for their assistance. "Where is that dear girl, Jane?" his aunt called cheerily for his daughter. Peeking her head in from around the corner, Jane spoke up happily.
"Aunt! Alice! It is so good to see you! Come quickly now. I must show you my dress." And with that, the little girl began to run up the stairs to her dressing room.
Before following along, Tom's aunt asked, "And Tom, what of Ms. Austen? Is she to attend the ball?" "I am hoping so aunt, but have yet to hear word from Hampshire." He looked to the floor. "Now don't worry yourself over it dear. She will come. I am sure of it. " She stated, matter-of-factly.