New beginning to my book.

I have decided to punch up the beginning of my book so this is the new start to Chapter 1:

Carolyn was exhausted. She felt as if she never wanted to dance again. Looking up from contemplating her aching feet she noticed all eyes in the carriage were on her.

“Did I miss something?” She asked four eager faces.

“We are waiting to hear the account of the first meeting with your beloved.” Matilda was the first to speak.

Catherine observed, “You avoided each other most of the evening.”

“I was very concerned with your mood after you spoke with him.” Althea added.

Carolyn looked at Uncle William, waiting for his input.

“You did seem rather tense.” He smiled apologetically.

Carolyn pondered how much to tell them. “If you must know, he accused me of befriending Lucy to get his attention.”

There was a chorus of “No.”

“Yes. And then he was rather forward.”

“Forward?” Matilda asked with interest.

“He, he …, well he looked me over quite thoroughly and told me I had ‘more to offer than all the others.’” Carolyn mumbled something, pulled the curtain back from the window beside her, and fixed her eyes on the passing scenery. “He is arrogant and quite full of himself. Not husband material at all.”

Since she was looking out the window Carolyn missed the speculative looks being exchanged by her companions.