The lacy train of her gown was matched by the white ruffles that edged the sheer fabric opening on the front of her gown to reveal the scarlet underdress. Silk flowers were woven through her hair and along the edges of her sleeves. At her throat, a necklace glittered with diamonds and rubies amid pearls. “You look so lovely, Miss Adams.” Nan rocked from one foot to the other, unable to hide her excitement. “Thanks to your help.” She touched her upswept hair. “You have a true gift for doing hair, Nan.” “I enjoy it.” She giggled, sounding as young as Theodora. “I practice on the kitchen maids when Mrs. Gray is not watching.” “I shall keep your secret.” She dampened her lips and said, “I would like to continue being your abigail after you and Lord Cheyney are married.” She gulped. “I hope I was not too presumptuous to ask like this.” “Not at all.” Serenity rubbed her hands together, then took the fan her abigail held out to her. The web of half-truths seemed to be closing in around her more every day.
